“Such an asshole,” I muttered and quickened my pace to scout ahead.
“You're far better at obeying commands, Ren,” I heard him say behind me. “Yes, you're a good girl.”
“As if that's something I should be ashamed of,” I said over my shoulder.
“You just said that you didn't want to displease me.”
“I meant, in bed.” I reached the hall's arched entrance and stopped to survey the gathering.
Taroc stepped up behind me, grabbed my ass, and whispered in my ear, “Then it's a shame you don't have antlers.”
As I sputtered in indignation and searched for a witty response, he swept past me. I swear, that damn dog gave me a smug look as she took my place on the King's left.