“Usually, it’s Piers getting into trouble with them,” I said. There was a list of names out there longer than my forearm. He had a way with women—and men, for that matter—that seemed to stun everyone, and without an ounce of magic in the mix. He had natural charisma, even if it was rarely used for good.
Gilbert sighed and gave me a sideways look. “We were out hunting,” he admitted after a few moments as he stared down at the counter. “Then we came across an automobile accident.”
“You sound so old, Gil,” Piers teased. “Automobile. Honestly.”
Gilbert shooed his twin away with one hand. “Car accident, then. We pulled the young woman from the vehicle and I, well… I was taken off guard. We will put it that way.”
I grunted, my brows climbing higher. “Gotten a little lazy, have we?” I sorely
