“You’re lucky I’m not an enemy. You’re lucky my king has signed an alliance with yours. Because you’re both incompetent idiots who have no business guarding her,” Rip growls, his voice the low boil of a brewing anger, and that anger seems to stoke my flushed skin, makes my chest tighten. “Leave, before I tell your king how you behaved.” The guards gape. “But the favored—” “I will walk her to her rooms, and she’ll be far more protected by me. Unlike you two, I would never back up if a threat approached.”
