Sigrid galloped as fast as she dared, weaving through the streets while glaring back at Luca with a helpless expression.
"Why?!" She demanded, glancing back at his infuriatingly delighted face. "Why did you do that?! I had them calmed down! They were about to let it go!"
Luca's grin didn't waver. "That's exactly why I did it. It was getting boring."
"BORING?!"
"Yep. Besides, this is much more fun." He added, tightening his grip as she rounded a corner. "We're playing tag!"
"We are not playing tag! They're out for your life!" Sigrid's voice climbed toward hysteria. "I have never, seen my own soldiers this angry! And I've seen them fight monsters that have gone after their lives!"
"Trust me." Luca patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Twenty years from now, they'll all be laughing about this over drinks. 'Remember the day our husband made us drink breast milk and then called us baby-food thieves?'"
"It'll be a cherished memory. A village legend!"
