“I think, since Lahn and True followed me, we’re all feelingthe need for some adventure.”
“Of course they are,” Farah remarked.
“Horses, sergeant,” Tor ordered.
The guard at the door started sprinting.
“A certain madam?”Tor asked as they marched to the stairs.“The one involved in that extortion business you shut down?”
By the gods.
How had he forgotten?
Satrinehad said, “We need todefuse her.”
We.
“I may not have mentioned my affianced is spirited,” he saidby way of reply.
Lahn emitted an amused, approving grunt.
They all ignored the attention they received as they joggedpast patrons and staff at the hotel.
Their horses were waiting for them at the front doors.
They swung up and followed Marlow’s lead.
But Loren came abreast of him.
“You deal with the others, I’ll be seeing toSatrine.”
Marlow grinned, then bent over his horse, dug his heels in,and expertly navigated his galloping mount through the busy streets.
Loren did the same.
And three kings behind them did the same.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Marquess of Badass
Loren
“I can’t even with you!”his beloved snapped,rounding on him and slamming her hands on her hips.“You nearly rode right overCarling!”
“My dearest love—”
“And the minute you and your…your…” She twirled and took inLahn, her head tilting far back to do so.She staggered away a step andmuttered, “Whoa, you’re huge.”
Lahn slowly smiled.
“Whoa,” she repeated, this time breathily, nottearing her eyes off the warrior king.
“Satrine,” Loren bit out.
She focused on him and remembered her snit, not allowing amoment to lapse before taking up where she left off.
“Your merry band of hot guys, they scattered.And they hadsomething to tell us about that awful Dupont woman.”
