““Gavriel and Fenrys were now sitting with Rolfe at the table in the back of the taproom, no sign of Aedion, both a bit wide-eyed as she swaggered in. She might have preened at the look, had Rowan not prowled in right behind her, already prepared to slit their throats. Rolfe shot to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “I would be very, very careful how you speak to her today, Captain,” Fenrys said with more wariness and consideration than she’d seen him use yesterday. His eyes were fixed on Rowan, who was indeed watching Rolfe as if he were dinner. “Choose your words wisely.” Rolfe glanced at Rowan, saw his face, and seemed to get it.””
