"You are a GUEST in this Keep," Kael seethed, face three inches from Damon's, hands on his collar. "You are a BETA. My sister is a PRINCESS. And you put your MOUTH on her MOUTH in a CLOSET during a CRISIS."
"Let go of him, Kael," Blair snapped. "Him being a Beta has nothing to do with me kissing him."
"She put her mouth on my mouth," Damon clarified, voice level.
"OH, SO NOW HE SPEAKS," Kael barked. "Ten minutes of statue cosplay and NOW words come out. Where were these words BEFORE the kiss, Damon? Where was this verbal capacity when she was walking towards you? When her hand was on your shoulder? When her face was APPROACHING your face at a speed that gave you PLENTY of time to step backward?"
"I didn't want to step backward," Damon said.
The honesty detonated in the closet like a flashbang in a confessional.
