“So a strapping warlord, who is actually Beta Sinta, takes one look at you and decides he has to have you?” Desma asks. “Strapping?” Aetos grumbles. “Not as strapping as you, darling.” Desma smiles sweetly, and Aetos looks mollified, lowering his head to kiss her soundly on the lips. My jaw goes slack. I’ve been waiting years for this. I go away for a month, and it happens without me? Life is not fair!
