It would have to wait, as he said, but she wasn’t happy about it. “Shout for him then,” she grumbled. “I hadn’t thought to reintroduce you in our bedroom. But so be it.” Eamonn cleared his throat. “Cian! You mangy bastard open the door!” The gnome’s bellow echoed through the hall nearly as loud as the banging door which slammed off its hinges. There was so much hope in Cian’s eyes as he looked at them, wrapped up in the cream sheets with gossamer curtains all around them. And then rage so red it burned turned the gnome to stone. “So that’s how you’re repaying him?” he growled. “The master’s
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