“Miss Saint Lucent specifically said a prince was attacked?” Jackson nodded enthusiastically. “Pretty girl, horrendous flirt. She started talking about steaming innards when I told her about the barracks at night. Nearly killed my arousal.” A smile almost twitched at the corners of my lips. It wasn’t meant to be friendly. And Jackson seemed to pick up on the nuance. He blinked up at me, unsure about the tension building as I towered over him. He’d made an error.
