“The f**k are you doing?” Thorne grunted at Maximus.
Max jammed his elbow into Thorne’s thigh. Thorne released his grip on Maximus’s shirt with a grunt. Max immediately stood up and glared down at then other man.
“The drill as we were told to do,” Maximus snapped.
“You’re lucky you’re this far in the corner of the room,” Thorne hissed. He gestured to me. “I looked like the two of you were about to f**k on the mat a second ago.”
“And if we were?” Max pressed. “That wouldn’t be any of your business. Last time I checked you rejected your fated mate.”
Thorne’s jaw clenched. He looked at me like he was considering me then turned back to Maximus.
“Need I remind you the reason,” He spat. “There is a Princess that I am to be betrothed to. As are you.”
“Don’t pull that s**t on me,” Maximus
