POV: Maximus
The ice clinked in my glass as I leaned back in the leather chair, the amber liquid catching the glow of the evening light coming in through the tall windows of my study. I turned the whisky lazily, watching it swirl like liquid gold. The scent of oak and smoke filled the room — strong, smooth, dangerous.
Just how I liked it.
I smiled as I remembered how the Conclave meeting had gone down.
I had intentionally refused to confirm my attendance at the Conclave meeting. I knew that stupid Darius had expected me to show up like every other obedient member, bowing to the so called “King.” But I wasn’t like them. I didn’t bend to anyone — and especially not to Darius Wolfe.
Besides, I knew exactly why he called that meeting.
He wanted to tell me to stay away from Adriana.
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