"If you are worried that I am no match to that vermin's cheap antics, I'd say you should put some trust in my confidence, Lauren. I didn't ace wars for being a lousy fighter."
She half-smiled. Of course she knew his reputation as a former warlord, but that didn't mean she could help worrying about him.
"You know what you should worry about? Yourself." His eyes darted out the window near them and the curtain covering it slid to the side, revealing the snowy night. He then moved his gaze back to her. "So you sent your henchman to the north. You are planning to take as many pacifiers as your body can hold to assuage your condition."
Lauren leaned toward the table. "How did you know? Are you spying on Darius?"
