The Everhart Estate was not built on the virtues of nuns. Even the bondservants here were given enough freedom to choose whether they wanted a man or a woman in their bed, and that alone said plenty about how open-minded the estate had become.
A passing maid caught the mercenaries staring and, with a sly little smile, lifted her skirt just enough to bare her knees.
That was all it took. The rough men jerked their gazes aside at once, nostrils flaring, faces gone hot.
To them, it might as well have been a vision from heaven.
What had they been doing with their lives until now?
Had they wasted all those years in the woods and on the road for nothing?
Then a magician drifted overhead and made things worse. She drew every eye without even trying, then bared the full length of her legs, black combat leggings hugging them close.
Men who had known little beyond work, mud, and hunting suddenly felt weak at the knees.
