“Wait…is she a Sventé?” her consort asked disbelievingly, bursting into laughter. Before I knew what was happening, my whip was in my hand and I’d cracked it around his throat, cutting off his laugh. Yes, I should be used to this by now and be easily able to shrug it off, but, well, I preferred not to. Jared kissed my temple, grinning. “I think he’s learned his lesson, baby.” I sighed. He was no fun. “Fine.” I
