Kade looked at the sky, checking the position of the morning sun.
"We have to go to the palace on time, My Lord," Kade reminded him professionally. "The King has summoned the military council for a full meeting. The other lords will be waiting for your arrival.
Damon did not look at Kade. He continued pulling the thick black leather glove over his right hand. He snapped the leather tight around his wrist.
Damon was not thinking about the King. He was not thinking about the royal council. He was just blinded by his possessive rage.
Damon spoke out loud. He was murmuring to himself, but his deep voice carried clearly in the quiet morning air. Kade could hear every single word he said.
"First it was Allen," Damon grumbled darkly, staring at the side of the carriage.
He remembered the grand ball. He remembered Camilla looking at his cousin, Allen, and calling the young man handsome in her mind.
