Draco.
The male gagged, his legs flailing in the air. “No…one, my lord,” he wrestled out the words, choking.
“Let him go!!” Isolde slurred, staggering toward them.
Draco was so annoyed, all he wished was to crush the male’s windpipe. How dare he touch her when he hadn’t had the luxury of knowing what it was like to hold Isolde with his bare arms?
All the while Draco tracked her to this place and watched her drink and dance with these males, he had been seething.
She didn’t want to talk to him, but here she was bonding with males that would have forced themselves on her had he not made her an authority in Abbator.
His heart was shredding into tiny pieces. Maybe he should use this male here and set an example so others would learn not to go close to Isolde.
The others watched the s
