âYou really should wipe that scowl off your face.â Lochlan paused his steady gait to turn, facing a female slave heâd yet to make the acquaintance of. Gillian Harper, if he wasnât entirely mistaken. âItâs bound to draw attention youâre likely not all that interested in.â He smiled at her, hands gathered at his back. âUnless you are interested, in which case - do carry on.â














