Liam's hand paused in the air. He frowned.
Derek continued, his voice ringing out with supreme confidence.
"I have already informed the Crown Princess," Derek revealed.
The title hit Liam like a physical punch to the gut.
"I sent a messenger to Princess Dahlia before I rode here," Derek explained calmly. "I told her that my wife and I would be visiting your residence tonight to resolve a private matter. She expects us to return home safely."
Liam's face turned totally pale. The bruise on his cheek suddenly stood out sharply against his white skin.
He remembered Dahlia's cold, dead eyes from that very afternoon. He remembered her terrible threat. If you dare drag my name into your filthy scandals again... I will burn your residence until there is nothing left but ash.
Dahlia already hated him. She had already pulled her father's spies away from his command.
