"You just have asked," Laurent said, finding the suggestion and the desire to be synonymous with a request.

He pushed the book away, rising to his feet and leaving the room in search of air. He dreaded that Gansey would be like the rest. As much as he wanted to believe the world of his kind, precious Gansey, experience had taught him that men were not to be trusted. Not even the beautiful, soft-spoken ones.

Deciding that he wanted a bath, Laurent headed for the bathroom, walking quickly to try and outpace his anxious heart.