Unexpected Rise of Leonard Storm

Chapter 175

Matilda felt the anger simmering off Leonard as if it were heat rippling from a kettle. Not at the girls and women. They adored him. Grinned and laughed, even as they concentrated on his thorough, precise lesson, even as the events in the library hung over them, the Torre, like a gray shroud. There had been many tears last night at the vigil—and a few red eyes still in the halls this morning as she’d

hurtled past.

Mercifully, there had been no sign of either when Lord Leonard called in three guards to volunteer their bodies for the girls to flip into the gravel. Over and over.

The men agreed, perhaps because they knew that any injuries would be fussed over and patched up by the greatest healers outside Doranelle.

Leonard even returned their smiles, ladies and, to her shock, guards alike.

But Matilda … she received none of them. Not one.

Leonard ’s face only went hard, eyes glinting with frost, whenever she stepped in to ask a question or watch him walk an acolyte through the moti