“What, pray tell, do you think you’re doing?” Liam asked in a cold tone that had a touch of danger to it. “I don’t recall giving you permission to leave, Carson Dubois.”
The noble werewolf had the decency to look sheepish as he stopped packing his things.
“My apologies, King Liam,” he said with much more deference than he had used since his arrival. “I just thought…”
Scaring the man had definitely made him more docile.
Liam raised his hand in the air, and the man’s words halted mid-sentence.
“How about you stop thinking and trying to provoke me in the process?” Liam let out in his most blasé tone.
“I wouldn’t even dream of…”
“Shush,” he told him. “Not a word. You didn’t come just to seek help from my kingdom. You came here to sow discord. And it is quite disappointing to say th
