Chapter 457 Not Even For Science

• She could feel the slight smirk that twitched at the corner of her mouth disappear as Lord Errol cleared his throat and glanced at her warily.
• "Ah the first willing sacrifice," Maeve purred, "Offering himself up like a lamb to the slaughter. I wonder what pampered noble tastes like actually."
• "You probably shouldn't," Ann answered nonchalantly as she waited for him to speak, "I can't imagine that it would be good for the pups."