The silence that followed was heavy, smelling of old paper and the Duke's expensive tobacco. He walked over to a side table and poured two glasses of dark, amber liquid. He didn't offer me one; he simply held both, turning to face me.
"You've done a very thorough job of dismantling my sons' dignity, Lyssa," he said, pacing a slow circle around me. "Caelum has never missed a training session in his life, always going by the rules and never doing what would compromise his as well as the family's reputation." Of course, that had to be the case.
He wasn't called the ice heir for nothing,
"And Julian has never failed to report a successful business trip, since he aspires to be a merchant more than my heir. Yet, for the past week, they have both been sneaking through their own house as though they were thieves, putting off their duties and responsibilities, just to roll in bed with you."
It's because I'm so irresistible that they can't get enough of me.
