Chapter 68

“Morgan,” Evan murmured as Morgan descended on his neck, nipping and licking a trail over his throat.

“The tables have turned, have they not?” Morgan whispered.

Evan shivered as a chill stole up his spine.

“Morgan.”

Morgan and Evan both groaned as Will stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They turned and glared at him.

“Sorry,” Will said with a sheepish grin. “We’re going to have to hire some more people to sail the boat back to Wales.”

Morgan nodded and released Evan’s arms, but not without giving him a final kiss and a quick wink. “This isn’t over.”

“I should think not.”

They followed Will back up the stairs and into the outer hall surrounding the throne room. The others were finishing up the cleaning when the three of them stepped into the room.

“My lords,” Annette said with a bow. “What are the plans for Loren?”