*You are currently playing the role of a shadow guard. Act like one! Why are you leaking your jealousy all over the room every single time another man breathes in my direction?*
She let out a heavy, incredibly annoyed sigh, completely dropping her polite aristocratic facade for a split second.
"Guard," Heena snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a physical whip.
Samuel stiffened, his massive frame snapping to rigid attention.
"Go and stand outside," she ordered coldly, pointing a slender, manicured finger directly at the sliding wooden doors. "Your restless shifting is disturbing my peace and ruining my conversation."
Through the narrow slits of the painted cat mask, Samuel stared at her. The sheer, agonizing reluctance radiating from him was palpable. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was leave his wife alone in a locked room with a ridiculously pretty man who had just openly declared his intentions to marry her.
