Dave tilts his chin. “We prefercheeky rebellion.”
“We rob the rich to feed the poor,” Pretty Boy explains.
“Find a new nickname, now,” Theo warns as his grip around my waist tightens.
“Thieves,” Hart grumbles. “Lowly, semi-organized, marginally skilled thieves.”
“We prefer bandits,” Dave says. “We don’t keep the riches.”
Malachi slowly lowers his sword. “You ambushed us for charity?”
A woman drops from a branch overhead and lands beside the hooded man. She’s a red-headed beauty with a dangerous edge to her movements. Whoop for the female representation.
“We prefer the termaggressive fundraising,” she declares while eyeballing Nash like he’s her last meal. She offers him her dagger. “Stabitha, charmed,” she declares. Cancel the representation. Not a fucking chance.Back up, bitch. You’ll be charred once I set my dragon on you.
Theo chuckles. Yes, I’m aware of the double standard, and no, I don’t want to discuss it.
Nash saves her life by ignoring her.
Hart’s eyes narrow. “You shot arrows at us.”
She shrugs as she inches toward my dark knight, making me tense. “Warning shots.”
One of the arrows embedded in Nash’s saddle chooses that moment to snap off and fall to the ground.
“Very motivational warning shots,” she adds.
Theo’s dragon stirs under his skin. “You tried to kill us.”
“We absolutely did not,” Pretty Boy snaps. He gestures toward Hart. “If we wanted you dead, Sir Brooding Jawline would already be bleeding.”
Hart looks mildly offended. “I am not brooding.”
“You make brooding a sport,” I inform him.
Another guy wanders over, staring at our horses with open admiration.
“Those are expensive saddles,” he notes.
“They are,” Nash replies.
Pretty Boy gives a sage nod. “We’ll be taking them.”
“Try it,” Nash says, showing his rather sharp teeth. Everyone, including the pretty redhead, takes a step back.That’s right. He’s too dark and too dangerous for you to handle.
“On second thought, we’ll just take the coins,” Mr. Big Brown Eyes decides.
“We don’t have coins,” Theo growls. “And for the love of the architects, tell us your name.”
“Robin,” he says with a smirk. “Robin Hood.”
Ah, the cloaks make sense now. Like they’re in their own special club. Also, Robin is robbing folks. I can see the brilliance of their brand now, apart from the ill thought out brotherhood name.
Everyone waits for our reaction. “Are we meant to know who he is?” I whisper. “Because he’s acting like Charming with a green cloak fetish.” Better than the foot thing.
Theo shakes his head. “Never heard of him.”
Robin tilts his head. “Regardless of your poor upbringing and intelligence, you look like people who have coins.”
