Chapter 9

He took a breath and told Remy everything.

That yes, he was a virgin—a twenty-four-year-old virgin, which he knew wasn’t unheard of or anything to feel shame over, it just made so many things in his life harder.

“And please don’t make a pun about that.”

Then he told Remy about the rogue Mage. Remy was quiet through it all, his face oddly expressionless for a man usually so animated, though his countenance gradually hardened into something more like the ice he’d used on Marlow yesterday.

“Let me get this straight. Some witchis holding your magic ransom and forcing you to have sex against your will to get it back?”

“Not against my will. I mean, I chose to be here—”

“But you wouldn’t be without her involvement.” Remy rose from the bed, a menacing aura rippling off him. “Where is she? Someone needs to teach this harpy what is and isn’t allowed in my city.”