Lucas's POV

“You must have knocked your head hard, thinking you can come to me with this kind of nonsense.” Adrian laughed at me.

I wished he knew I was not in a good mood.

My pack supplies were drying up, our ammunition, at least.

And while there was no war at hand, it was a bother.

As rogues, when there's no storm, it's pre-storm.

We've fought all our lives, it's all we know to do.

“Bring her.” I instructed my man, who had Lillian.

He dragged her over to me, gently though, waiting patiently as she wobbled with Adrian's bastard.

I looked in his face, for emotions, and OOH,...