"That's enough," Ruarc's voice thundered from where he was seated.
The man between my thighs froze, turning to look at Ruarc. "It's not time yet, my prince."
"If you don't get your hands off her, I will tear you apart and auction your body parts," Ruarc threatened, his voice seething with anger.
The men who had been inspecting me visibly gulped, hurriedly retreating to their seats, their sly smirks replaced with expressions of fear. I couldn't quite comprehend Ruarc's sudden change in attitude. Just hours ago, he had been antagonistic, and now, he was coming to my rescue. Maybe it was the bond, I thought as I adjusted my dress.
Cocci returned to the podium, taking the microphone from its stand. He shouted, "So, August, how was your inspection?"
Suppressing the urge to vomit, I watched
