The words had barely left my mouth when several things happened, seemingly all at once.
Kieran roared something in Gaelic, the violent rattle of his chains almost drowning out his voice.
Whether by adrenaline or sheer force of will (or both), Mac started to stumble to his feet, letting loose a stream of obscenities as he did. I only caught bits of it - a colorful tirade covering everything from Laignech's mother to Laignech himself. The rest was too hard to make out through the brutal force of his cough.
The two lackeys who'd made lewd comments about me burst into raucous cheers and whistles.
And, of course, there was Laignech himself, his dark blue eyes erupting into glowing sapphires. I barely suppressed a shudder at the naked hunger I saw burning in them.
Little Red Riding Hood's
