Niklas awkwardly patted my back. “Okay, that’s okay. You won’t feel so affectionate, for I’m reminding you right now I’m not a good man, and I will consider this a debt. I’ll come to call, I swear it.” I laughed against his shoulder. “Heal my husband, protect my people, and I will steal, smuggle, kill—whatever you ask.” Niklas smirked once I released him. “Careful what you say, Queenie.”
