Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.”
She released his ankle, picked up the scepter, and wiped it on his doublet. “Good knave.” knave ballbust
He looked at the child. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken
Not a kick. A nudge. A statement of intent. Rigo managed a laugh—high
“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.”
Vex’s hand closed around his leather-clad ankle. She dragged him two feet, then stopped. Her other hand hovered over his groin, fingers spread like a spider.