The silence of the room began to settle over me like a heavy soft cloak and made my shoulders fall.
It was times like this that I needed to get myself a nice long and refreshing bath.
"All of you, out," I murmured. My voice wasn't loud, but it possessed that quiet, sharp edge that made even the most prideful men freeze.
Maegel parted his lips, his sapphire eyes darting with a toxic mix of jealousy from me to where my hand still lingered on Alexander's knee. He wanted to claim his territory. He wanted to play the doting fiancé. But I simply turned my head, giving him a look so cold it could have frozen the fire in the fireplace.
"I am tired, Maegel," I said, letting a drop of sweet poison coat my words. "I want to rest, and I certainly cannot do that with a room full of brooding, loud men. So leave."
Julian let out a soft, defeated sigh, running a hand through his golden hair, though his lips twitched with that familiar, helpless amusement.
