“Funny,” Aslan teased with a levity half-materialized by lightheadedness. “Here I thought women were for climbing out of wells and shaming mankind.”

His gaze slid to her. Was she going to be wringing him on this for as long as she let him live? Malachi would be gone with the morning, supposedly, unless his pretty London life was a lie too. How risky was it to speak of someone who wouldn’t be around for her to hunt? For once, the urge to talk was there.

It still felt like a step too far … especially considering it probably was a lie. How many wives had he cracked with lovers who mistakenly thought they knew someone?

“I suppose I over-packed.”