Maxwell's POV.
The night seemed oddly long and unending. The boys outside still roared outside and I could hear their voices rising against the other as they tried to support whoever the beloved.
Ross was right beside me as I crawled back to my room panting profusely in anger.
"How dare he challenge me in front of all those people? How dare he?" I found myself thinking as I walked briskly heading back to my room.
The guards who were standing here when we had passed for the burial were not here again. They were all running down to the courtyard to try and calm down the situation at hand.
Ross watched carefully that no one was following us. I could hear my shoes clanging on the hard marble floor and all I wanted to do tonight was to rip off the head of the men who had the guts to co
