servant’s quarters anyway.” He stops in front of me, looking down with a smirk. But even that seems off, discomfited. “You feel like crawling through the dirt again tonight, princess, I’ll fuck your ass so hard your crown comes right off.” “Jaykob,” Jasper snaps. Beau’s hand tightens around mine under the table. I ignore them both, searching Jaykob’s rough face for the man who stood against the world for me yesterday. “Oh, Jayk,” I breathe.
