“Good morning,” Janna said in a cheerful voice. “Did we interrupt anything?”
Not even bothering to glare, Markle got to his feet. He pulled on his shoes. Beside him, Frye was doing the same. Before heading to the door, Frye wrapped his cloak around Markle’s shoulders.
“It’ll be cold.”
Markle shook his head and pointed to Frye.
“This will serve me better,” Frye answered, then touched the mark over his left shoulder.
Markle understood. Frye might need to show his tattoo, to remind his people of what he was.
They walked to the door, ready for what Sabriea threw at them.
“So eager, little pet. Perhaps you really are under a love spell. I wish we could have had more time to study you.” Then she turned to the other underling. “Tosha, you take Frye and I’ll take the pet.”