When the word Yes left my lips, the air in the banquet hall froze solid.
Kael shot to his feet in a rage, striding toward me in long, furious steps.
His black brocade robe swiped across the table before him, sending goblets and bowls clattering together in a sharp, shrill crash.
He seized my wrist in a vice-like grip, his fingers squeezing so hard I thought my bones would splinter.
His usually cold, impassive eyes blazed with unbridled anger.
"How dare you be so shameless?" His roar thundered in my ears, and I winced against the searing pain in my wrist.
I met his gaze head-on, and the disappointment and bitter exasperation in his eyes threatened to spill over.
"Do you even know who Lord Lucian is? Everyone in this place knows he's a shameless rake. Not a single woman he's toyed wi
