Julian POV
“Kael, that lapdog, he has a real way with women,” Khalani said, leaning his elbows on the stone railing of the second-floor balcony. “He actually had the nerve to make a move right in front of Cooper.”
I did not answer him.
I lifted my glass and forced the remaining liquor down my throat. The burning fluid hit the back of my mouth, but it did not touch the cold weight spreading through my ribs. It did not touch the sharp, hot spike of jealousy digging into my chest.
Down in the driveway, the tail-lights of the sports car cut through the dark. It was a vehicle from the Rogue Pack royalty fleet. The engine roared once, a low, arrogant sound that vibrated through the tarmac below. Then the car ripped past the iron gates and disappeared into the night.
A low growl scraped agai
