Daniel's POV
The dagger nearly slips from my fingers.
How the hell does he know about her mates?
I force my grip to steady, my face to remain blank. But inside, my mind races. If grandmother knew about them, she wouldn't have stopped. I would have been beaten to a pulp, so the fact that I'm still standing means...
Leonardo has his own spies, and they are among my men.
Interesting.
I tilt my head, studying my brother with new eyes. The perfect prince isn't as oblivious as he pretends to be.
"You seem awfully uninterested in the woman who's supposed to be your bride," I murmur, stepping closer. "Almost like you don't want to find her."
Leonardo's jaw tightens. Just for a second—just long enough to confirm my suspicion.
Then he laughs, the sound too bright, too forced. "Don't be rid
