Kings of the Wyld (The Band, #1)

by Nicholas Eames

“I swear by the Summer Lord’s beard, I have laundry maids who talk less than you three.” She gestured at Clay with a white-gloved hand. “Kale, at least, knows when to keep his mouth shut.” “It’s Clay, actually.” Lilith pouted haughtily. “And you were doing so well.”