"I'm sorry, my Lord."
"Were you really done with me to the extent that you'd bite me if it meant rejecting me?"
Penelope didn't know how to reply to that. "I... wasn't thinking."
Azriel shook his head. "I'd love to spend all day in here continuing this conversation, but there is someone asking for you."
Penelope's brow rose in cautious curiosity. "Who, my Lord?"
"Neera," Azriel said, the frown vanishing. "The King said she's been out of her head this week. And you are to come immediately."
Penelope's fear was instantly replaced with worry. Neera needed her out of the blue? Something was amiss.
"She isn't sick," Azriel assured her.
"Let's hurry, please," Penelope said.
She followed Azriel out of the estate. They both shared Azriel's stallion, and once she was balanced in front of him, Azriel pulled her so she was flush against his back, and her body fit into the spaces of his own.
