Chapter

Eighty Eight

Devon

I snickered as Asher tugged on the neckline of the leather corset she was wearing as we approached BlackHawke Hall. We’d hopped the fence and no one seemed the wiser, but I couldn’t ignore the flash of discomfort that had washed over Asher’s face as we breached the wards.

“You okay?”

“Leave it to Lilith to dress me up like a dominatrix,” she huffed.

“She didn’t have to provide us with any clothes. Then we’d be arriving back here like Adam and Eve leaving the Garden of Eden.”

“You wouldn’t be so cavalier about it if she handed you a pair of assless chaps or something.”...