“Welcome, Munkar.” It was the same voice that had called Montgomery onward, at once everywhere and nowhere. “Somehow I knew you would answer my summons.” The voice was deep and dark, an old voice worn as smooth as a serpent.
It was masculine and beguiling. Montgomery sensed trouble.
“Yes,” the voice agreed easily. “Who could have anticipated that you and I would meet? Our teams don’t mingle much anymore.” The voice chuckled. “But then, there is that delightful Lilia, who doesn’t seem to be allied with any team.”
At the mention of Lilia’s name, Montgomery remembered the feel of her against him. He imagined her skin beneath his hands, her mouth beneath his own, her breath against his throat. He felt his erection straining against the reevlar of his codpiece.
His companion laughed. “Perfe
