"Where do you think you are going, son?" For f***s sake, I swear I'm going to kill this king now if he doesn't let us leave.
I think it is the third or fourth time we have tried to escape the ball, and somehow, he still finds us.
"My fiancé is tired, Father," Varianlir exclaimed, clearly irritated but still trying to stay calm.
I don't know how he does it; I would have lost my s**t by now.
"You still--"
"Enough," Varianlir boomed. "I had enough father. Arlen is tired. I am tired. We played enough of this game, and now we want to spend some time alone."
Keila purred at the thought of being alone with Varianlir, and I had to remind her he couldn't mark us yet, which, of course, upset her.
Astion scoffed. "You don't even like her," he said, and even though I knew it wasn't true, it
