The heavy front door closed. Saint Germain was gone. She spun to face the bedroom.
“Biddle?” she called out.
“Here, madam,” he said and then yawned deeply.
“I hope you got some sleep.”
“I did,” he said. “Did you get lucky, madam?”
She'd opened her mouth to say her next thought, and had to shut it and blink. “What?”
“I said did you get—”
“I know what you said!” She took a few steps, found herself stalking around in a circle. “Where did you—how could you—”
“Knights Code book. Page two hundred and fifty-eight. Paragraph ten. Section A-one, B-three, and C-two—and I quote—'a Knight is not required to have s*x with anyone while on duty, in order to extract information. However if the circumstances are favorable, and the information is indeed necessary, then said Knight has every right to
