Hamilton is blocking her escape path. She's not sure whether it's deliberate or not because he isn't looking at her. He's looking at Aiden. Glaring, really. "What would you have done if I hadn't come back on time?"
"Waited for Butler to prepare her bath," Aiden answers. "She is cold." She blushes at the imagery of Aiden carrying her to the bath. Would he have helped her strip too? She averts her eyes and pretends that it doesn't turn her on.
"You could've taken her to the fireplace in the main hall," Hamilton counters.
"You could've arranged a car for her and we wouldn't be here," Aiden snarls, teeth pulled back, his fangs sharp.
She doesn't want to be there. She doesn't want to two Alphas to fight over her like this. She sucks in a slow, deep breath and whines low and lovely, knowing
