Adrian
The rage had been building in my chest for three days.
Three days of watching Darius Blackwood charm the court with his smooth southern accent and knowing smiles. Three days of seeing him ask pointed questions about our servants, our defenses, our weaknesses. Three days of fighting the urge to rip his throat out every time his eyes lingered on Janelle.
And now Father had made it worse.
"You want me to assign her as his personal servant?" I stood in Father's study, my hands clenched behind my back to hide their trembling. The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, casting harsh shadows across his cold face.
"It's perfect," King Magnus said, not looking up from the documents spread across his mahogany desk. "Keep the girl busy and away from you. Let Blackwood deal with her distractions."
My wolf snarled beneath my skin. The thought of Janelle serving Darius, being alone with him, answering his every call, made something violent and primitive rise in my chest.
