CHAPTER 11
Clove looked at the monitor, asking, “Aracas, are you sure we have all the angles covered? I want to make sure now in case things go south.”
“Destrain would never harm a woman, Clove,” Aracas replied.
“Not Des, you butt head—Dolly,” Clove stated in frustration.
“Clove’s right. That woman isn’t functioning on all cylinders. I’m not exactly comfortable leaving our king alone with her,” Pelt said, as he walked in the room.
Aracas laughed. “You’re calling dibs, Pelt?”
Pelt’s eyes widened. “Most certainly not. I’m just saying she is a bit—off.”
Tobias walked into the room, asking, “Who’s off? Oh hi, Pelt. I thought Dezzy said you were taking a few days off?”
Pelt looked at Clove nervously, but Clove only raised his brow. Pelt turned back to Tobias, “Um
—well um—I—”
“I asked
