“Who’s misbehaving?” Kieran asked, entering the main chamber. “Our Queen, per usual,” Casteel replied. “What? I was just standing here,” I said, turning in his embrace. “I was being responsible,” Casteel continued as Kieran handed him a glass of whiskey. “And she attempted to steal away my virtue.” Kieran’s lips pressed into a flat line as his gaze flicked over him. “I wasn’t aware you had any of that left.”
