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I glance up at the house. I’m going to have a word with Gaven. How is it that she ducked him so easily in the city to go on her murder sprees and here to go to a feast night?
Unless he’s snooping and she’s just a diversion. I hadn’t considered it before—so busy worrying my wife-to-be will be the one burying a knife in my back—but now I see that the two of them are a team.
“Do you need an escort or can you be trusted to make it back to your room alone?”
Her eyes flash with mischief. “Only one way to find out.”
She chops her hand at my elbow, releasing my weight from the door, and ducks inside before I can scold her. The door slams closed behind her, and I turn to head back to the hunt, trying to ignore the scent of her perfume on my clothes.