Jake's POV

I growled. Pacing. I looked up to see them. My men were staring at me. They could be confused on my decision not to follow or attack Chase.

" What are you staring at!" They immediately looked away. None of them dared to stop Chase as he made his way to me. Cowards.

"Your highness should we go after them?" One of the men said.

I turned to him. I stared at him till he cowered like a dog that has its tail in between its legs. Then I walked into the house.

I slammed the door behind me. Who did that stuffed shirt think he was anyway?...