“His blade-sharp eyes cut to the tree line behind me. “That’s his horse?” “Yes.” “You stole it?” “I was in a hurry.” He glanced at Charles, and a hint of pride softened the edge of his anger. “Already pirating, this one.” “And thrusting blades at devilishly good-looking rogues.” Charles arched a brow at me. I winged up mine in return. “Careful, Mr. Vane. One might think you enjoyed it.”