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My office door swung open. Kris carried two thermal cups and a white pastry bag under one arm. “Coffee and chocolate delivery.”
“God, Kris.” I took a steaming cup and lifted the lid, blowing before taking a long sip of mocha heaven. “I love you, you know that.”
“I know. And I love your door decoration out there.”
I frowned. “Oh. Yeah. Lucius insisted I have a Nightwing escort wherever I go. It’s pretty annoying.”
This was, of course, right after Kol had demanded I stay with Lucius and Jessen because Barron Coalglass probably knew I set him up for an ambush and might retaliate against me. Morgons could hold a serious grudge. At first, I thought to protest being caged at my sister’s place, but Lucius ensured I could come and go as I pleased as long as I had a security guard in tow. In the end, I knew they were right, much to my dismay. I bit my rebellious tongue, packed my things under heavy guard, and installed myself in the Nightwing’s third floor suite, the one third from the top.
“Give him to me. I wouldn’t mind him as an escort.” Kris winked as she opened the pastry bag and pulled out two giant chocolate-chip, chocolate muffins, shoving one in front of me.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
“He’s not much of a bodyguard if he just let me waltz right in here without even inquiring my name.”
“He knows who you are. He’s been given a photo list of all my friends and co-workers. And no offense, Kris, but you don’t look that threatening.”
“None taken. So what’s his name?”
“Wulfgang Icewing.”
Kris grinned, set a muffin on a napkin, and marched to the door. Propping it open with her hip, she said to the Morgon out of my eyesight, “Excuse me. Wulfgang? Would you like a muffin?”
Thick silence. I could imagine his keen eyes roving her body. Whether Kris realized it or not, she had a body that magnetized men’s eyes to every full curve. A barrel-deep voice replied, “No. Thank you.”
Kris gave him a nod, let the door slide shut, and practically fainted in her chair.
“His name suits him.” She lowered her voice, breathless. “He’s got the look of the wolf about him. No doubt.”
There weren’t many of the male Icewing clan in the Gladium Province. I’d met a few Icewings before, but they were all women. Like the females, Wulfgang had silky, flaxen hair, worn long with braids at the temples. He watched everything with wicked-sharp, sea-green eyes.
Kris bit into her muffin and licked some chocolate from one finger. “He’s pretty to look at.”
“Don’t let his pretty face fool you.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” She grinned like a fiend. “Now. Tell me what the hell happened last night.”
I rolled my shoulder by instinct, feeling the stitches pull tight, but there was no stiffness or soreness.
“That dumbass with Layla and his buddies came barreling into the tunnel, then Kol and the rest jumped into the melee. And our guy got away.”
“Hmph. Did you get any good licks in there?” She took a huge bite of her muffin.
“I wish I had,” I admitted sulkily.
“Well, don’t hang your head about it. I mean, damn! I felt like a little fairy in that place, and I’m not exactly tiny.”
True. Kris wasn’t quite as tall as me, though still above average for a human female. And she was what men deemed voluptuous, curving a little more than was necessary, but in all the right places.
“I know what you mean,” I agreed, remembering how it felt to be hemmed in on all sides by giant Morgon men. The only time I’d felt truly uncomfortable, however, was when I was in the arms of the enemy. “Our target, Borgus, is actually an aristo from the Cloven Province. His real name is Barron Coalglass.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” said Kris with a flippant toss of her honey-brown hair. “What I want to know is where you slept last night.” She didn’t even try to hide her grin behind her coffee cup as she took a sip.
“Kol’s.” I avoided her eyes, draining my coffee, but her naughty laugh fractured any chance I had of playing nonchalant.
“And tell me. What’s it like sleeping with a Morgon?”
“Kris! I didn’t sleep with him.”
