Darius didn't need to check. He knows blood must have splashed on him when he slashed the seer on the neck. He had come straight to the palace from there. Damn!He should have washed up in his chambers before coming here.
"It's not blood, Father. I visited the art museum before coming to the palace. It's probably paint from an artiste I met," He lied through his teeth. That was the best excuse he could think of, even though the King's expression showed that he didn't really believe his excuse.
"Really?"
"Yes, Father. I didn't go hunting, so how would I even get blood on any part of me at all," He chuckled nervously, hoping the Alpha won't catch on. He had learnt go control the rhythm of his heartbeats, so he hopes it doesn't skip.
Because if it does, the Alpha is definitely going to know that he's lying.
"Well, you've not still answered my question, Darius. Where did you sleep?" The Grand Alpha pressed, and Darius almost rolled his eyes.
