Chapter 8

I’ll not do it.

Amery’s heels rang off the stone floor as he set a furious pace down the hall. The black mood that had been hanging over him returned, no longer merely a pretense maintained for the servants’ sake

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Inside the war room, Tovin stood behind a long, low table covered with maps. A young squire leaned beside him—when Amery entered the room, his hands clenched into fists when he saw the squire, the same boy Berik had flirted with the night before. He stood too close to Tovin, as if hoping the knight would look up from his work to notice him. Too damn close…the look in his eyes was dulled with lust, and as Amery watched, the squire’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, and one hand drifted to his crotch to rub obscenely at the bulge already straining his breeches.