He doesn’t look.

Bixby crouched naked in the closet as his captain stood outside it. He’d been sleeping with Lady Dale ever since she’d found Pria in this same closet, clear proof of her husband’s infidelity. Dale had been angry at Garrett’s blatant carousing and Bixby had quite enjoyed the angry revenges sex he’d been having with her as a result. Clutching his clothes to his chest the lieutenant had listened with growing interest as Garrett informed his wife of Lord Al’s plan to use the swapping device to swap him first with the Pria and then with Lord Drask.

Outside Garrett fumed. He suspected that Dale was cuckolding him, had suspected for some time, but if he opened the closet to find it empty then Dale would be even angrier at him. At this particular moment he couldn’t risk Dale having an axe to grind against him. She seemed overly excited about him becoming Pria and that made him uneasy.

“Fine,” Garrett growled and moved to the adjoining bathroom to wash and change clothes, pulling the door closed behind him.

“The coast is clear! Move!” Dale whispered.

Bixby exited the closet still clutching his clothes, kissed Dale and then departed Garrett’s chambers, hastily pulling up his breeches as he moved through the castles corridors. His night of passion had been interrupted and he still wanted to date his lust. He made his way to the slave pens. Hopefully Fay, the small mouthed girl he preferred over all the slavegirls would be free.