Two corridors east, behind a set of double doors that had been shut and locked the moment they returned from dinner, Lorian Romanovs was pacing.
He had removed his blazer and thrown it across the armchair without folding it, which, for a man who aligned his cufflinks with precision, was the equivalent of flipping a table.
"The audacity." He loosened his tie and yanked it free from his collar. "The sheer, brazen audacity of that woman to sit next to you. Eating expensive food. Touching the silverware she might have never seen before and the audacity she was back, replying to everyone." He tossed the tie onto the blazer. "She is a street rat, Olga. A common, uneducated street rat who latched onto Crown family name like a parasite on a host, and now she is carrying a child she probably used her charm to make Cassian wrapped around her finger and now she is aiming for Rafael."
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders.
