"What trouble can a little Omega be?" Kael asked indifferently as he rose from his seat, his movements unhurried, almost careless, as if the matter held no weight at all.
The casual question seemed to jolt Crown Prince Lance. He turned sharply to look at Kael, his expression tightening. He had not expected his brother to raise such a challenge. It was abrupt, almost out of the blue, yet the undercurrent in Kael's tone carried an edge Lance could not ignore.
Kael had no intention of letting go of the slave bond either. And this, was worrisome. When Zen had insisted that they mark the omega, he'd sensed Kael's reluctance as well. The fact that this had changed within a week was even more worrisome.
Lance's eyes narrowed, the brief silence between them heavy. No words were exchanged, but in the stillness, the air thickened. Their gazes locked, and though their expressions barely shifted, both brothers understood the other perfectly.
