*Olivia*
Fortunately, I have enough petticoats that I am saved from any serious injury. I set my saucer and cup aside, grab a linen napkin, and begin blotting the tea and wiping it from my hands. The man has the infuriating habit of appearing where he isn’t expected. “I don’t recall inviting you into the parlor, Mr. Moondancer.”
He holds out his hands in the irritating manner that I am coming to recognize precedes irritating words. “I don’t require an invitation as it’s now my parlor. Afternoon, my beta.”
Murkwood comes to his feet, his eyes narrowed as though he trusts Moondancer as little as I do. “Moondancer,” he finally says.
“You’re acquainted?” I ask, stopping my frantic patting.
Moondancer grins with a touch of malice. “I told you, Luna, I’m familiar with the high packs.” He si
