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440 pages, Paperback
First published November 12, 2021
“What are your plans for this evening, Miss Finley?” Hadriel called.
I paused in swinging my legs over. “Did you just call me Miss Finley?”
He rolled his eyes. “I apologize. What came over me?”
“Sense,” Jawson drawled.
Hadriel shot him a scowl. “I was going to say I got swept up with these nitwits, but sense left them years ago.”
“Keep talking, shitstain, and we’ll get to that wrestling match,” Gyril muttered.
“Suck a rock, Gyril.” Hadriel gave me a grin, a twinkle in his eye. “Forgive me, my love. I lost the color in my personality for a moment. What a boring butler I would be then. What are you doing this evening?”
“Sir…” Hadriel looked between Nyfain and me.
“Go with her. Make sure she…” He rolled his shoulders. “On second thought, come with me. You can hold the horses. You couldn’t help her anyway.”
“There’s the spirit, sir. Insult my masculinity whilst forcing me to spend prolonged time in your presence, which will likely make me shit myself before the day is through. Fantastic. I will look forward to my eventual demoralization.”
“That’s it, I’m going to commission a maid outfit. I’ll be your second maid, how’s that? I’ll be with you every step of the way, doll. I won’t leave you to brave the demons on your own. You need a damsel to keep you level. I’m the best damn damsel there ever was. I scream right on pitch.”
“No. It is my job to protect you. It’s my entire duty as your—” He cut off.
I patted his chest. “Exactly. You’re not my mate, and you haven’t claimed me. I’ve given you plenty of opportunities, but you’ve held back because you were preparing for this moment. So let me have my moment.”