“Shouldn’t be you, John,” Robin said. “You’ll be close to Venkat for—well, the foreseeable future. Too easy to track.”
John grunted, grimacing, but didn’t argue.
“Should be me,” Rob said.
“Why?” Harper thrust one hip out and placed a hand on it, setting his jaw. “Why not me?”
“Or me?” Wren asked. “Actually, it’d be hilarious if it was a little trash goblin cave dweller holding his leash. It should definitely be me.”
“Because—even though I’ve left them behind, my family does still count for something.” Rob smiled unpleasantly. “f*****g over royalty is even less intelligent than f*****g over any other fae.”
Harper licked his lips. “I wasn’t gonna say that.”
“Yeah, I heard you thinking it when you asked.” Robin snorted.
Harper shook his head. “Rob…”
“I could do it,” said The Lady sud
