"That dumbass…" The curse slipped from Razeal's lips in a low murmur, venom wrapped tightly around every syllable. His gaze remained fixed on the kneeling figure beside the throne Yograj, head bowed, shoulders tense, the picture of submission.
I want to kill that bastard right now.
The thought was sharp, violent, instinctive. His fingers twitched at his side, nails digging faintly into his palm as he fought the urge to move. There was no doubt in his mind.. no room for alternatives or excuses. If Merisa had found him here, if she was sitting there now with that calm, knowing expression, then Yograj was the alone fucking reason. There was no other way.
She wouldn't have come here otherwise.
