Third Person’s POV
Hell.
Isaac was certain he was in hell the moment he saw who was in the room down the hall. Cronan Thanisius in the flesh, seated in a chair, twirling the ends of the poor, pregnant bed slave lying on the bed centered in the room. It was just in passing but, of course, the Prince sensed him, his eyes snapping up to take him in.
Isaac cursed his legs for not moving fast enough and, stuck there for a second in that unwavering blue gaze, he watched the prick quirk a small smile. “Isaac?”
If there was anything left in Isaac’s stomach, he thought he’d probably hurl at the sound of his name leaping off this asshole’s tongue.
The Prince looked confused, “I’m surprised you’re here. I thought Aurelia—”
Isaac shivered, sensing her presence as she a
