Exton

Morgan watches Keon approach the tavern and she steps from the shadows before he enters the building.

“I was wondering what you are doing here with the other riders. Seems a waste of your talents to hang out here with the cattle. You could spend some time with me, I am sure we could find something more interesting to do...” Morgans voice is low and beguiling. “And after we have... mmm... pleasured... each other, you can help me with something.”

She takes a step closer and runs her long nails over Keon's hand that is resting on the hand railing. His body is frozen in anger. Here the bitch was right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it in broad daylight with people walking up and down the street.

Morgan moves her fingers slowly up Keons arm. “I think we should help each other. I need some help with a changeling. There's a baby here... one that Mab would pay handsomely for. If you help me, we could be rich, and for very little effort....”