When Demetrius learned what he did when he passed out, he was embarrassed and distant from me. I felt sorry for him, but I remained as solemn with him as possible, pretending that what he did was not affecting me.

Henry had learned what had happened. He was chuckling while I threw the crumpled parchment in his direction. "That boy already had enough. Can you halt, you bastard lycan prince?" I couldn't help myself grimacing.

"Pardon me..." He wiped the tears that escaped from his eye. "I mean, I am not laughing at him. I am laughing at you."

I smiled, a fake one. "Oh, I did not know I...