Aulay paused and turned on him with a scowl. Leave it to Rory to be his conscience. His younger brother had been doing that for the last five weeks when it came to his interactions with Jetta and he was growing heartily sick of it. Besides, that was before he’d learned the four horsewomen of the Apocalypse were about to descend on him. Well, three, he supposed. One of them was already here.
