Chapter 45
ADRIAN
Darius shot me a glare that could have frozen fire.
Before I could say another word, he took three long strides toward me, grabbed my hand roughly, and dragged me out of the throne room.
We walked down the hallway in tense silence, his grip on my wrist tight enough to bruise.
When we were far enough away from the council chamber, I forcefully yanked my hand free.
"What was that all about?" I demanded, rubbing my wrist.
"You cannot just barge into the throne room to ask questions like that," Darius said, his voice low and controlled but edged with anger. "Do you have any idea how that looks?"
I felt hurt by how brutal his words were. Just last night, he had been softer with me, had kissed me goodnight despite his anger.
Now he was treating me like an errant ch
