“What kind of monster does she think I am?” Blake asked, curiosity coating his words, before beckoning a servant over and telling her in a hushed tone, “some wine, if you please.”
Adrian, who was gently holding his mate in his lap, knew the question was addressed to him. And in his hurry to appease his uncle, he stammered on his words. “It… it’s… It’s not what you think.”
“It’s not?” Blake countered immediately, sounding a little bit annoyed. “I believe you told her that I killed your father, but you failed to mention the reason why.”
“No,” Adrian denied desperately. “I told her why. She just doesn’t understand how important a mate is, and has yet to learn about The Devil’s Pact,” he finished in a murmur.
“And whose fault is that?” Blake asked matter-of-factly, looking his nephew in th
