I went still. This man was determined to keep me off-balance.
The innkeeper’s gaze dropped to my empty wrist, which would have been encircled with a wedding bracelet had I actually been married. My hair was pulled in front of my shoulders and covering my temples, but the innkeeper still glanced at the side of my face, as if searching for the blue mark that would proclaim me old enough to be wed.
Lorian leaned close. “Is there a problem?”
“N-no. Of course not. You’re in luck today. We have our best room available.”
I closed my eyes, my cheeks burning.
Lorian’s mouth curved as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and leaned close. “Did you hear that, sweetheart? The best room.” He turned back to the innkeeper. “We’ll take it.”
One day, I would make this man pay for every drop of mortification I’d felt in his presence.
The innkeeper handed over the keys, and I glanced behind me at the others, ignoring Rythos’s snort, Marth’s grin, and even the hint of amusement in Galon’s eyes. As usual, Cavis was staring into the distance, deep in thought.
“Rooms include dinner and breakfast,” the innkeeper said.
“Good,” Marth muttered. “Please tell me it’s anything but rabbit.”
Offense crossed Rythos’s face. “You don’t like it? Maybe you should cook your own food.”
Leaving the men to bicker, I checked the hood of my cloak and wandered into the main room, where a fire was currently roaring in one corner. Lorian prowled after me, practically breathing down my neck.
“What’s the matter?” he purred. “I thought you didn’t want to sleep alone.”
The mercenary was in a playful mood. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one looking forward to a roof over my head tonight.
“I don’t,” I said coolly. “But I’d prefer that no one thought I was stupid enough to marry a coldhearted brute like yourself.”
He gave me a knowing look that made me grind my teeth. By the time we got to the city, my teeth would be little more than dust.
Dropping into his chair, Lorian pulled me down next to him and surveyed the inn. Across the room, a barmaid was pouring ale for a group of travelers who were just as dusty—and likely as road-weary—as us. She looked up and winked at Lorian, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. When I glanced at him, he was looking at me, the hint of a smile on his face.
“What?”
The smile disappeared, his expression falling into its usual neutrality. I sighed and got to my feet. He instantly clamped his hand around my wrist.
“Let go,” I growled.
“You go nowhere alone.”
I knew that resolved expression. The brute wasn’t going to change his mind. After what had happened the last time we were in an inn just like this one…
Lorian waved the barmaid over, and she swung her hips in a way I knew I could never replicate. Not that I wanted to.
“Water,” Lorian said.
“Please,” I gritted out.
The barmaid didn’t seem to have a problem with his gruff tone and lack of manners. She smiled widely at him and filled our cups.
“Food and ale?” she smiled.
He nodded, and she sauntered away toward the kitchen.
Marth strolled over, sending the barmaid his I-know-you-want-me smile. Her eyes lit up, and I shook my head at him.
I missed the company of other women so much sometimes. Missed my best friend even more. What would Asinia think of me now?
If not for the fact that I was one of the corrupt, she would likely find the fact that I was traveling alone with five men both hilarious and titillating.
“You’re quiet,” Rythos said.
“I’m tired.”
Rythos just nudged me, hard enough that I wobbled on the rickety stool. Lorian sent him a warning look.
The barmaid returned with plates of some kind of meat, root vegetables, and bread, which she placed in front of us. The bread was fresh, and I took a bite, my stomach awakening as the other men sat down and began stuffing food into their mouths.
The barmaid leaned over the table, revealing the tops of large, round breasts, and gave Marth a saucy grin.
She shifted her attention to me. “Now which of these fine men is yours?”
Lorian snorted. That. Was. It.
“Well,” I said. “This is a little…awkward…”
The barmaid’s eyes lit up, and she leaned closer. “It is?”
“It’s just that…they’re all mine.” I surveyed the men as I said it, grinning at their reactions.
A chunk of meat fell from Rythos’s mouth. Cavis’s eyes widened, while Marth choked on his ale. Galon closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded like “young enough to be my daughter.”
Lorian just looked at me, irritation clear in his eyes.
I smiled a smug little smile that was guaranteed to annoy him even more. I had to get my enjoyment where I could find it.
The barmaid’s mouth had fallen open.
“She’s just joking,” Marth ground out, obviously seeing his chances with her going up in smoke. “Tell her, Prisca.”
“Don’t say that, darling,” I crooned. “I promise you’ll get your turn with me eventually.”
I didn’t know what had come over me. From the horror on Marth’s face, neither did he.
I’d expected Lorian to snarl. Instead, he leaned close. So close, my body hummed with awareness. So close, I could barely breathe.
“My wife has a…filthy mouth,” he purred, his gaze dropping to my lips.
I licked my lips, and he leaned even closer. Galon slammed his cup on the table, and I jolted.
Lorian launched to his feet, pulling me up with him. “Are you finished?”
I glanced down at my empty plate and beamed at the barmaid. “I am. That was delicious, thank you.”
The look Lorian sent me made it clear he wasn’t talking about the food. I wrapped both my arms around one of his, determined that he wouldn’t win. He stiffened, brow lowering.
“Let’s go to our room.” I winked at the others. “I’ll see you all later.”
“Enough,” Lorian said, hauling me toward the stairs. “You’ve had your fun.”
I glanced at him. I was expecting him to growl at me. What I wasn’t expecting was the way his shoulders shook, or the way he pulled me close, holding on to me as his chest rumbled with his laugh. “Did you see Galon’s face?”
The older man’s horrified expression flashed in front of my eyes, and I giggled. “His daughter,” I got out, almost folding in two as fresh laughter erupted from me.
Lorian stopped laughing first, his gaze on my face. His expression had turned gentle, almost indulgent. He was so close that I could see the darker green flecks in his eyes. The moment stretched, and my heart began thumping erratically.
“What is it?”
He cleared his throat. “Nothing.” Pulling the key from his pocket, he glanced down at the number. “Let’s get settled.”
I followed him up the rest of the stairs and to the right. Our room was on this floor at the end of the hall.
Lorian swung the door open, taking in the “best room.”