Kevin's POV

"My lord," Damien and Loki greeted with bows as they passed by where I was, figuring out how to calm my nerves down after watching the most frightening fight of my life.

Gosh, I really needed to stop being dramatic.

I turned to them, the residual anger I had felt from watching them fight bursting out into the open.

"You are greeting me now when you almost turned me into a widower?" I questioned them.

They looked confused for a moment, wondering what I meant by being a widower when I wasn't married. I doubted they knew what I meant with the way they looked at me. The...