Darius suddenly dropped to both knees in the center of the formal negotiation chamber, his forehead pressing hard against the cool marble floor before anyone could stop him.
The sound of his knees hitting the stone echoed through the silent room. His raven hair fell forward, hiding his face as his golden-brown eyes squeezed shut. His hands lay flat on the floor beside his head, fingers spread wide as if surrendering completely.
Thorne stood at the head of the long table, his silver-streaked dark hair catching the light from the tall windows, his commanding presence filling the space. He didn’t move at first, simply watching the man who had once rejected his sister.
Kael stood to Thorne’s right, his warm amber eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ronan stood to Thorne’s left, his messy dark hair
