“Why am I here?” I asked Dragor, taking a step closer to him then stopping abruptly. His icy gaze roamed from the tips of my weather-worn boots to the top of my windswept, pink hair before he shrugged. “Alexandrius requested honesty within our union. She holds no objection to me claiming a…well, we haven’t discussed your preferred term. Concubine? Courtesan? Mistress?”
