Has he seen her?

*Beaumont*

I've never had as much luck playing cards as I'm having this evening at the Twin Dragons. From the moment I sat down half an hour earlier, I've taken every hand. This latest one will be no exception. Fortune is smiling so brightly on me.

"I need a word."

Christ, I nearly jump out of my skin at the low rasp near my ear. I recognize the owner's tone as one that doesn't bode well. I snap my head around, my gaze slamming into Killian Archer's, the hazel eyes indicating a high price will be paid for any disobedience. But I'm known for my stubbornness.

"I'm otherwise occupied." Do I have to sound as though my heart is lodged in my throat?

Archer grabs my cards, tosses them down. "He's out."

"See here."

I swing back around to glare at him. There is a tenseness, a danger, to him that has no doubt led to his surviving his treks into the wilds. Not even the king of the jungle would want to tangle with a man who looks as though he'd take great delight in devouring his prey for