Owen's lips formed an exquisite smile, blue eyes clear and calming. "I absolutely agree. Aric, you said as much on the trip down here, didn't you?" Aric grunted by the fire, and when I turned to look at him again, his head whipped toward the flames as if he'd been observing me while I wasn't looking. "Aric owns a lively tavern in Rumsbrooke," Cosmo supplied slowly. "I used to sneak in there when I was a lad." "No one sneaks around me, Pianetta," Aric growled, gray eyes
