“It’s weird, you know? Being served like this.” She got in and Clive followed. “You grew up at the Keep. How many servants work there?” Clive smirked. “I was one of the servants when I grew up at the Keep. Don’t ever forget that, Clive because I sure as hell can’t.” He paused and she regretted being so snippy with him. He was only teasing. But before she could apologize, he squeezed her hand. “I do sometimes forget. Which I suppose is a testament to your strength. I apologize.” “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I know you meant to be lighthearted.” Apologizing sucked, but he deserved one. “If someone had told me two years ago that I’d be hand in hand with my wife, who is a Hunter, so in love I’d move mountains for her, I’d have laughed in their face.” Clive scooted a little closer to Rowan and she allowed herself to lean into him.
