RAFE POV
Rafe leaned back against the headboard, mindful of his wound. Isabella rested her head on his lap as Alexie recounted the previous night's attack.
"None of the guests were hurt except the minor injuries they gave themselves," Alexie was saying, his hands clasped in front of him. "We lost twenty of our men but Dante lost more."
Rafe worked his jaw. He hated losing any of his men, but that was the way things were. He would lose more because of this war.
"Why would Dante attack a gala?" Isabella asked, absentmindedly, tracing a circle on his leg. "Why didn't he ambush you? Does he want everybody to know he's started a war? That's very stupid."
Very stupid indeed. Rafe hadn't expected Dante to involve the people into this, but it seems he had underestimated how stupid Dante w
