Page 11 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

"I see."

"He's one of us, Liam."

Silently, I continued getting dressed. Saxon worked for Nox, though the arrangement wasn’t typical. The son of Lugh was a good ally to have and I took no issue with that relationship.

My issue with the male was personal.

Striding to the door, Lorne stepped in my way. "Say the word and I'll make sure Nox doesn't insist you come with us."

"Wow."

He frowned.

"I must be a total walking disaster to pull that offer out of you."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "You said it, not me."

"Fuck you, Lorne."

"You're not my type."

Nudging him out of the way, I said, "I'm aware of exactly what's your type. Or should I say who?"

Lorne walked next to me. "How about we agree to never discuss the females a certain other female won't stop bringing up?"

"You mean the female who has taken a sudden interest in shit that's none of her business? The future queen and present pain in my ass?"

"My ass, too," he muttered.

"She's on you about Sofiya?"

"Like stink on shit."

"Huh. I thought it was just me."

"No, I'm not that lucky."

My lips stretched wide, the full grin feeling a little rusty. "Thank you, Sire."

"Don't call me that. And why are you thanking me?"

I shrugged. "I feel better knowing you're a miserable sack, just like I am. Maybe not at my level, but registering on the scale."

"Shut up."

My palms went up in surrender and we finished our trek without talking. Stopping outside Nox's study, Lorne knocked.

"Why are you knocking?"

"I caught them yesterday when they forgot to lock the door. I had to scrub my eyes with wire bristles."

"Nox didn't try to kill you?"

"No."

"I'm surprised."

"Technically, she was under the desk. I only saw the top of her head."

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