For the first time since we got here, her eyes flick over to me, expression shifting a fraction. She offers her hand. “Forgive me, sugar. I don’t think we’ve met.” “I’m St—” “She’s our Lady,” Killian says, pushing my hand down. “She’s with me.” Augustine nods. “It was good to see you, Killer. Come back when you’re here for pleasure instead of business. And tell Rath,” her eyes flash hopefully, “there’s always an open invitation, would you?” “I will.” No, I think, teeth clenching, he won’t.
