Far ahead, a crack of gunfire sounded as Cedric felled a pheasant. Emily, startled by the sound, took a step closer to Godric. She wasn’t frightened of guns, but there was something about those first few shots, when the shooter was out of sight, which made her nervous.
“Can’t stay away from me after all, eh?”
“Actually, your height and build are excellent for a shield.”
Ashton chuckled but Godric recovered quickly and threw an arm back around her shoulders, keeping her tucked against his side. “Cedric is a fine shot. He won’t hit me, no matter how much you might wish for him to shoot my black heart.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “If he managed to hit your backside, that would be well enough for me.”
“Careful, darling, my temper is all over the place today.”
Wicked Designs (The League of Rogues, #1) by Lauren Smith
