Owen kept on frowning at the young man in the bride’s white garb. He kept on badmouthing the deity that he was hoping to use as a backing. “Milan, you look like you have a good relationship with Lasair, but even the most patient god will strike you down if you keep up with the insults.”
Milan glanced at Owen and only chuckled with a slightly embarrassed yet coquettish smile. “Haven’t you heard of mainland banter? This is completely acceptable where I grew up.”
“Do we have time to stand around? I thought we were looking for that woman and my father…” Esperanza gritted her teeth. Milan’s gaze at her confirmed her standing as a hostage, but she didn’t want to run away from these three men. If anything, she was safe with them.
