Evan left the bar and carried their mugs to their table. “All is well,” he announced as he slid a mug of ale to William. He gave William a sly grin before raising his own mug to his lips.
William craned his head to the side to see the results of Evan’s talk with the innkeeper. Evan simply shrugged.
“You have no morals.”
The pronouncement on the state of his soul broadened Evan’s grin. “Aye, so you’ve told me.”
As Evan took another swallow of ale, he noted William’s apprehensive expression. He turned around and met a blue gaze the likes of which he had never seen before.
“Good evening,” the man said, bowing his head to them. “Might I have the pleasure of addressing Evan Reynallt?”
“Aye, that you have,” Evan said. “How may I help you?”
The stranger smiled, a blatantly seductive curve
