Damn.

“I-I have something to say,” Veles raked his brow as I pushed my half-empty plate to the side, my fingers twitched and shook when I felt the eyes of my husband on me. The intensity of their gazes weighed me down and I averted my gaze to look around myself. There was a large feast on this occasion, but only royals were allowed to sit at this dining table, my husband and I along with Aloysius and his wife, Georgia.

They would not hurt me in front of them, right?

“What?” Cassius spoke leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest, the intimidation and curiosity in his narrowed...