QUOTE : The idea made me giggle, but I swallowed it as soon as a man walked through one of the doors at the back of the courtyard. His whole aura screamed danger. He was the same size as Lachlan, and both looked like they played some kind of professional sport for a living. But his eyes were as cold as a frost giant’s butt, and the aura of power that surrounded him competed with Lachlan’s. It wasn’t quite as strong, but it was enough to make my fingers itch to draw a weapon from the ether. This guy is on our side. He strode up to Lachlan, his arms outspread to hug him. Then punched him in the face. Or tried to. Lachlan dodged, avoiding the fist by inches. My heart leapt into my throat. Lachlan and the man laughed, great booming noises. Lilia looked at me. “They’re idiots.” Lachlan threw a punch this time. The man darted his head away, but Lachlan’s knuckles brushed his cheek. The blow left no mark—the man had been fast enough to avoid a real hit—but Lachlan grinned widely. “I win this round.” “Why the hell do you do that?” Annoyance streaked through me. With my job, I pretty much ate violence for breakfast. And I didn’t mind it so much. But amongst friends? I wasn’t a fan. “We met while fighting in the Coliseum,” Lachlan said. “It became habit.” “Wait