KAINE’S POV
The moment I throw Paris out of my room, leaving behind the stench of her perfume, I feel nothing but rage. My hands curl into fists, and my nails bite into my palms as I turn toward the bed—the bed she has tainted with her presence. My jaw tightens as I growl out an order.
“Strip the sheets. Burn them.”
The maids flinch at my tone but rush to obey. Their hands move quickly to yank the bedding away. I don’t care about the silk, don’t care about the expense. All I care about is erasing any trace of her. The sight of her sprawled across my bed like she has any right to be there makes my stomach twist in irritation.
Paris has cheated on me with Luther, my cousin. My own flesh and blood. She has played me like a fool for years. She told me lies so smart around me that I almost
