“Where are you going?” Remy took a deep breath and focused on the palace above them, majestic against the waterfall behind it. A rainbow arched its way over its many roofs, disappearing into some clouds. “Probably to try and get laid.” Naji didn’t protest, merely looked him over and sniffed, almost approvingly despite his next words. “Zidan has good taste in women,” he said, “but not much else. His clothes look nice enough on you, though.”
