There was a bitter cast to the prince’s lips that did not set well for whoever had caused the mulish expression.“What did she do?” the Lord of Security asked.Lucien’s brows drew together. “Who?”“The special one.”Lucien surprised Petros by smiling broadly. “Nothing yet but give her a day—or less—and she’ll do whatever I bid.”“It’s nice to have such power, eh?” Petros asked with a grunt.“I’m not using my power,” Lucien said. “I’m merely offering her the use of my body.”Petros’ left eyebrow rose. “Oh, really? You still haven’t taken her?”Lucien shook his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his leather britches.“How’s your head?”“It hurts but not as bad. I can handle it.”Lucien looked toward the pens. “Have you seen to the conditions?”“Aye and I have set two of the women to sewing a few new garments until the herders come back with more clothing.” He scratched his cheek. “I am very sorry I let the situation slip past me, Luc, and so is Tina.”“She has other priorities, but that,”
