Dagger watched the two men as they raised their hands into the air. Both wore a lopsided grin and were staring back at him with wide, brown eyes filled with curiosity more than fear. He deduced that part of the reason for their lack of fear was Jordan’s smiling face.
“Jordan,” he hissed when she took a step forward and held out her hand, giggling when one of the men raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it.
She glanced over her shoulder and frown. “They’re human, Dagger,” she replied with a touch of admonishment.
“I know they are human,” he retorted in a low voice, lowering his weapon when she crossed in front of it. “What I want to know is how they got here?”
“I can explain that, monsieur,” Jon Paul replied with an easy grin. “Our host, a most disagreeable, ill-tempered man nam
