“I don’t think I’ve told you this,” he began, his amber gaze sliding to mine, “but Poppy looks just as ravishing in armor as she does in her sleeping gown.” “Fucking gods,” I muttered. “You really don’t have any sense of self-preservation, do you?” He chuckled. “According to Netta, no.” My brows rose at the mention of Kieran’s sister. “Kieran is going to neuter you.” “Nah.” He grinned. “That would upset Netta.”
