“Let’s be off before this refuse awakes,” he said, nodding toward the road. “Also, I fear the stench of that pub behind us is making me queasy.”
She had to agree with that, so she nodded and walked away from the lads Damion had left in a tidy heap. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as they walked because it was difficult not to look at him. His hair was mussed, but other than that, there was no sign that he had just been in a brawl with four men who hadn’t been shy about throwing their fists.
“Do you have brothers?” she asked.
“Several,” he said, “and each more vile and reprehensible than the last.”
She smiled in spite of herself. “How many?”
He shot her a brief look. “Let’s just say my father was not unwilling to sire the occasional bastard. My mother bore him seven sons
