“Christian,” Ross said through gritted teeth. His whole body exuded tension and in that moment, it was very apparent why he was a leader of the Elite. Ross’ whole aura screamed death and destruction. Gone was the joker who put me at ease with a wink.
“Ross,” Christian said breezily, like he was greeting someone on the street and not caught alone with the Queen Betrothed. Both of his hands were on my upper arms from pulling me away from the door. I tried to move away from him, but his grip was firm. This did nothing to dissuade the suspicious look in Ross’ eyes. A crushing weight of guilt hit me and I couldn’t bring myself not to break the cardinal rule. My eyes were glued to the floor. “I suppose you’re here to take the little mouse to feed the snake.” Ross made a low guttural sound whic
