“Look who’s here to apologize,” Jack drawls tauntingly as he leans against the door.
Elijah stands up. He is able to subdue the sudden surge of anger, but the other man’s insolent attitude makes him doubt he can maintain his cool for long. The fact that he suspects this man of being involved in his mate’s abduction doesn’t work in his favor either.
“In your dreams, Marsh,” he answers coldly, before turning back to Lady Ambrose. “My apologies, my lady. With your permission, I will take my leave now.”
Jack rolls his eyes and speaks again in a patronizing tone. “Oh, don’t run away now… Come, come, I’m curious to know why the Queen Mother deemed it necessary to force my mate out of her bedrest just to accommodate you. Such an abuse of power, and for what? Do tell.”
Lady Ambrose sighs and
