Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles, #2)

by Ilona Andrews

Odalon blinked. Robart drank another mighty swallow. “All of you”—he waved his index finger around—“are cowards. We must be primal. Resolute. Like our ancestors. Our ancestors didn’t need… weapons. They didn’t need armor. They had their teeth.” He bared his fangs, clenched his right fist, and flexed his arm. “Of course they did,” I murmured, keeping my voice soothing. Maybe he would just sit here and tell us about his ancestors and that would be that. “And they hunted their enemies.” He finished off the mug and flipped it upside down on the table. He looked down at his beautiful armor. “This dung. I don’t need this dung.” I knew exactly where this was going. “Grab him!” Arland didn’t move. Odalon stared at Robart, his eyes wide. Robart hit his crest. The armor fell off him, revealing a black shirt and pants underneath. He yanked the clothes from his body. “To hunt!” Robart roared and shot out of the back door and into the rain. Damn it. Orro paused his chopping, rolled his head back, and let out several barking snorts. “It’s not funny. Arland!” I pointed at him with my broom. “He needed it,” Arland said, his tone unrepentant. I squeezed the words through my teeth. “Go get him, my lord, before he hunts a car or a police cruiser and Officer Marais hauls him in for questioning.” Arland sighed and took off after Robart into the rain.

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