(Kieran POV)
"I found tonight's arrangements perfect," Catherine said, her voice ringing with defiance that made my vision go red around the edges. "Exactly what I needed."
Perfect. She'd found perfection in crude wooden benches and servants' gossip while my formal invitation had been beneath her consideration.
The wolf wanted to snarl, to show teeth and remind everyone in this room exactly who held the real power here. The man wanted to demand explanations, to force her to acknowledge the insult she'd dealt me.
Instead, I did neither.
"Excellent," I said, my voice carrying the kind of deadly calm that made Mary flinch. "I'm... pleased you've found ways to entertain yourself during your stay here."
Your stay. Not your residence, not your home. A temporary arrangement that could be ad
