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~Darlon's POV
The second I got into the back seat, David slid into the driver's seat and closed the door quickly, like he thought the car itself needed protection from my temper.
As he pulled out, I felt the anger rising again, boiling in my stomach.
My voice was low, rough, barely human. "This was supposed to be my honeymoon."
David swallowed so loudly I heard it. "Yes, Sire."
"My honeymoon," I repeated, the words sharp. "And those fools….those fools I feed, house, clothe, and pay, dared to sit there and lose control of my central security system?"
No answer. He knew better.
The car sped through the city, the tall buildings flashing past with their neon lights and dark shadows. I stared out the window, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
Every few seconds, David looked at me again in the rearview mirror.
I finally snapped. "If you look at me one more time, I swear I'll rip that mirror off and shove it down your throat."
His head jerked forward instantly. "Y-Yes, Sire."
