Damien didn't respond. He couldn't. Not with the boiling suspicion rising in his throat. He looked at Gabriel with quiet rage simmering in his gaze. There had been too many coincidences lately. Too many threads that led back to this man who was smiling just a little too much for someone who had just lost his chance at the throne. Damien remembered Gabriel's subtle insistence during the wedding party—that he greet every eligible woman, shake their hands, offer a smile.
Everything reeked of a setup.
Damien's silence was restraint. He didn't trust himself to speak without his voice betraying the quiet fury clawing at his chest. Had Gabriel known about the issue with the true mate all along? Had he orchestrated this? If so, who was feeding him information? The only ones who knew were himself, Luna and Morvakar.
Then Gabriel gave a knowing, almost wicked smile. A flash of teeth that reminded Damien of a wolf dressed in designer.
