“That’s not my problem.” Lyford was grinning now. Fucker. Villain. Tam had always known this about him. Cad. Rake. Entitled, obnoxious, evil prick. What a good show he put up, being that sweet Angarat’s boy and going to the morning rites at her henge nearly every day, and having her favor shining from his eyes, and being so generous with pleasure—
