I expect no less from the men who are obsessed with me. Next to move was Julian.
Julian stopped to my other side, his amber eyes glowing with a dark, territorial heat. He adjusted the cuff of his white glove, a bored, lethal smile on his face.
"An orphan? How stupid. This 'orphan' is currently the most powerful woman in the room, and you're just a stray dog barking at the moon. Guards, get this uncultured beast out of my sight before I decide to see if tiger skin makes for a good rug."
They were putting on quite a show that entertained me, but the real show was Maegel.
He hadn't let go of me for a single second. If anything, his arm had become a band of iron around my waist. He didn't look at Leo. He didn't look at the trembling supposed 'protagonist' Linna.
He only looked at me, his slit pupils trembling with an obsessive, terrifying devotion.
