“I will be waiting for word then.” She curtseyed, only rising when Oss indicated she should.
He headed up the stairs, not agreeing or disagreeing, to have an advisor. By the time I caught up, Oss had reached the gate. The guards were still taciturn and the jerk from before growled at us. A wide bandage covered his injured shoulder.
“I was hoping the dragon would kill you,” he snarled, his hand wrapped around his dagger handle.
“Do I need to relieve you of duty?” Justin sneered.
The guard paled. “Your Grace, I didn’t see you there.”
“I’d like to think you don’t need me watching over your shoulder to treat our citizens with respect.” Justin raised his right eyebrow. His elegant mouth turned down.
Despite the guard’s disdain for Oss, I wasn’t concerned about actual violence. They all knew any injury to Oss would result in Justin getting involved, and no guard wanted to get on the bad side of a Lock Lord.
“As I said before, I am the King of the City of Magic. There is no reason to deny me entry.” Oss used his best fake highborn accent. A particularly good one I must say. He’d been practicing.
Without giving them a chance to argue, we marched past them. I held my silence until we were a good distance away before speaking. “I can’t believe that worked.”
“It won’t work again.” Oss fidgeted with his backpack strap. “We were lucky this time. Next time, they will have prepared a rebuttal.”
“Then they’d best have a lord of their own if they wish to make a case against you,” Justin said.
I’m not going to lie. Justin throwing his weight around was extremely sexy.
