knees for me.”
I clucked my tongue at his statement, watching him sink to his knees. Silently, I held the blade in place while I walked around him, staring at the marking on his spine that his hair failed to conceal. My eyebrow lifted before sliding my gaze to Torrin, who had narrowed his gaze on Aragon. Lifting the bottle, I brought it down over his head, rendering him unconscious.
I placed the blade and bottle on the ground, grabbing the king’s limp form to add him to the pile. Unfortunately, I couldn’t lift his weighted body high enough to place him on the second guard. Instead, I settled him beside Torrin, whose muffled words promised payback and death. The king’s mouth was pushed against Torrin’s cheek, and his eyes widened as the unconscious king began pumping his hips, unaware he was doing so.
I chuckled, standing back to watch Aragon grinding his cock against Torrin’s leg. My chest shook with laughter before my eyes rolled up to hold Torrin’s threatening stare. His face turned red with rage, and I clicked my tongue against my teeth, fighting the peals of laughter that threatened to escape at the horror and murder burning in the warlord’s angry stare.
“That’s awkward. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” I offered and turned to the door as the girls walked through it cautiously.
“Mmm, I almost want to know what is happening there,” Amo chuckled, her arms filled with robes. “Laundry delivery,” she chirped in a cheery voice, dressed in a white cloak with her arms filled with midnight-colored ones.
“You know, I just had some of the craziest sex in my life,” Tabitha sighed dreamily. “They may be scrawny, but damn, they are packing some serious trouser swords around this place.”
“Weapons?” I asked, ignoring their curious looks while they took in Torrin’s current predicament. Luckily, he was mostly covered up by the guards. A violent shudder of jealousy slithered through me out of nowhere, catching me off guard. “Eyes on me, ladies,” I snapped, flinching at the sound of my voice, which caused heat to burn in Tor’s stare. “We’re on the clock. Weapons, cloaks, and map?” I watched as they placed everything on the table.
My gaze flicked to Torrin, who was watching me over the king’s unconscious head. Stepping toward the bed, I lifted on my toes to draw closed the sheer curtains surrounding it. It wouldn’t prevent him from seeing us, but it offered a thin barrier. Once done, I moved back to where one of the girls had dropped my bag.
“Dresses on, ladies. We’re more than likely going to need them. We have about forty minutes before the guard changes at the door, and when they discover no one standing sentry, they’ll investigate. We can’t be here when that happens.”
I removed my dress, doubling as a gliding suit from my bag, putting panties on before sliding my legs into black thigh-high stockings. I could feel their eyes on me. I didn’t need to see their expressions to know they were taking in my body’s bruised state. I clicked the weapon sheaths into place, holding Torrin’s angry glare through the sheer curtains with a soft curl of my lips.
My top was comprised of leather straps that crisscrossed over my chest, compressing my breasts until they pushed up against the top. My neck was covered with leather, securing the halter top to my body. I turned so Amo could fasten the back, and I met Torrin’s heated gaze as it slid over my outfit and thigh-high stockings that left barely a single inch of skin bare.
Once Amo had finished, I grabbed the weapons, slipping them into their respective places. I placed several daggers in their hidden pockets on my hips, thighs, and forearms, along with two blades in sheaths inside the boots that Tabitha tossed me.
“The map?” I asked.
“About that—we didn’t find the map in any of the rooms we were in while we worked over the guards.” Tabitha frowned, her eyes holding mine with an apology. “You were right, though; the ones in his other room were decoys, so we left them there.”
“Where would they keep a map that held their strongholds and their prisons?” I asked, turning to study the room, with power rushing through my blood. “In the room, no one would dare to breach?” I smirked, slowly moving around while my eyes scanned the masculinity I hadn’t had time to enjoy last night. Torrin’s room was tidy, unlike the one beside mine where he’d