"Margaret certainly isn't a part of the harem." He flared his nostrils at the thought. "And yes, Daphne moved in." He scratched at the bonding mark on his shoulder. "It was ahhh, better if we stayed close."
He loved that grin she gave. "You know you've always been able to lead me into temptation, love." He gave her a wink.
"Romeo and Juliet?" he said, scoffing. "What a load of rubbish. That's just a fairy story. Perhaps I can shag her to death. Or her me. Either way we're out of it, and one of us dies happy." It would be a death that Miles could certainly handle.
He let her wriggle down in his lap, his hand going around her waist as he looked at her letter from Cass. "Darling, fucked is putting it mildly." He sighed. "Still, she could have been a harpy, or a hag. Or Romilda."
He kissed her shoulder. "I know you're sick of it. You don't deserve this crap. Nobody does. But we're here, and when it's all over, we'll have a big party and you'll have to find some other way to keep us all on our toes."