Ricky blushed. “You brought us an amazing Lady, Lord.” He rubbed his elbow. “And a surprisingly good arm wrestler.”
We grinned at each other. I turned and brought my hand up and made a circle with my finger. “Two rounds for the bar on the Keep Lord and Lady!”
I’d been so focused on Evie I forgot Ethan was with me. He had an odd look on his face.
“I wish you all the happiness possible, Rowan.”
We locked gazes for a long moment. The bastard was sincere. Huh. How about that. I grinned. “I hope one day you experience the epic level of craziness I get to.”
Ethan snorted. “I’m not sure about that one, but maybe one day I’ll experience this.” He gestured around the bar.
I turned to see Evie watching me with parted lips and wide eyes. Her hair was even worse, if possible.
“Hi,” she breathed. Color heated her cheeks.
I stalked over and hauled her from the table for a searing kiss. Evie melted into me, boneless and tasting of berries.
Wolf whistles and catcalls rang out.
I grinned against her lips.
“You aren’t mad?” she whispered.
I reared back. “Mad that you singlehandedly united my shifters and kicked one of their asses in an arm-wrestling contest?”
Her color deepened.
“Absolutely not. They’ll be talking about this for years.”
Evie snorted and shoved her hair out of her face. “I am quite drunk, Rowan.”
“Oh, I know it, darling. I brought drops for you.”
“Thank the gods,” she breathed.
“Are you ready to go?”
She nodded. “Wait. Moira is somewhere around here.”
I hadn’t seen her, but when I turned and saw Ethan go predator still, I winced.
He’d spotted her and whatever he saw was bound to cause trouble.
Evie sucked in a breath. “Why the hell is Ethan here?” she breathed.
“Lord business,” I said, not wanting to get into the weeds about Moira just now.
She smacked me on the chest when I started to walk. “No. Wait. I gotta see this. Turn around.”
I grimaced and turned to see Ethan stalking toward a dark-haired woman sitting on top of an enormous shifter.
Oh. Fuck. Moira had met Kelton, arguably the randiest of my shifters. From the looks of it, Kelton’s hands had been busy.
“Ohhhhh shit,” Evie whispered, blue eyes wide. “Kelton needs to get the hell out of there.”
Ethan wasn’t the type to start a bar fight. He didn’t need to. He was a Lord. Kelton would recognize he was beaten the second Ethan came within a foot of him.
He stopped right by Moira and crossed his arms over his chest. Moira, busy dotting kisses over Kelton’s face, looked up and went completely still. Her face went expressionless.
