“What do you think you’re doing?” I said, incredulous. “You can’t go. It’s too dangerous.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. But, of course, I am going.”
“I must face a powerful enchantress who can shapeshift into a griffin.”
“Lest you have forgotten, I was with you when the foul beast snatched up Merlin and flew him away.”
“What part of the eagle-headed flying lion do you not understand?”
“What part of standing together in all things escapes you? I will be your wife, but I will have that stupid little bit about obeying my husband stricken from our vows.”
“Margot, please, I’m concerned for your safety.”
“As am I about yours.” She put her hand on my cheek. “You may as well give up. Nothing can stop me from going with you.”
“Nothing short of tying you up,” I agreed.
“Why, my Lord Baron,” Margot purred. “Let us save that sort of thing for the bedroom.” She handed me my horse’s reins and led hers outside, where she climbed into the saddle.