“Well, that’s not as bad as me staring at…” Her gaze flicked to Casteel, lingering for far too many seconds before sliding to Kieran, who was staring at her like…well, like he was staring at the actual person responsible for the creation of his people. “Who, I assume, is your husband.” Her arched brows rose. “Or husbands?” I did not hear her correctly. There was no way. Casteel or Kieran—possibly both—made a sound similar to a choked laugh.
