Lilia had done a lot of unconventional things in her time, but holding a laze on a man while his semen seeped into her petticoats had to be a first.
Especially as she wasn’t holding Montgomery hostage in demand for another round of pleasure.
He might have been in this situation a thousand times before, though, for all that her choice seemed to trouble him. He folded his arms across his chest, his gaze assessing and his expression impassive.
“What are you going to do with him?” he asked. “Harvest him for the bounty?”
“I’d never consign anyone to the Republic’s slave dens.”
“Is the circus so much better?”
“Ask the shades that sign up in droves.”
“What about the angels?” He arched a brow. “Or should I say angel-shades?”
Lilia spared a glance to the spot where the angels had stood. She
