"And you would be?" I asked, stepping forward. I raised my hand in welcome to this man. At least Ten nor I wanted to beat the s**t out of this one. The other one...he should be glad Kiema had slapped him back. I'd have just slapped him off the roof.
"You can call me Oliver," he said as he reached out and shook my hand. "I am pleased that my sister has such strong men in her corner. Ones that do not squelch her spirit, but stand by in case she needs their strength. You honor her with your control, even as it causes you grief."
I chuckled. "Either that or I never get to have s*x with her again. I have to weigh the battles I'm willing to engage in. Oliver, nice to meet you. I'm Saint."
Kiema elbowed me in the belly.
The rest of the guys introduced themselves. I looked at the group of Wa
