Inside the war room, Tovin stood behind a long, low table covered with maps. A young squire leaned beside him—when Amery entered the room, his hands clenched into fists when he saw the squire, the same boy Berik had flirted with the night before. He stood too close to Tovin, as if hoping the knight would look up from his work to notice him. Too damn close…the look in his eyes was dulled with lust, and as Amery watched, the squire’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, and one hand drifted to his crotch to rub obscenely at the bulge already straining his breeches.
“You,” Amery spat. Both Tovin and the squire jumped at the regent’s voice. When Tovin noticed the squire so close, he took a step away, distancing himself. Pointing at the empty corridor behind him, Amery ordered, “Out.”
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