Camilla stood perfectly still, her eyes wide open. She looked at Zade with pure bewilderment. She could not believe her younger brother had actually just done that.
He had grabbed a half-naked male escort by the waist and declared the man was for his own personal pleasure. It was the most ridiculous, crazy lie she had ever heard in her entire life.
Damon slowly opened his hand. He gently released Camilla's delicate wrist.
He stopped glaring at his wife. He turned his head slowly and looked directly at Zade. The deep, terrifying anger on the General's face slowly melted away. It was completely replaced by a look of profound confusion. He stared at Zade's hand resting firmly on the escort's hip.
Standing in the doorway behind Damon, Syrus could not hold it in anymore. Syrus leaned his head back against the wooden doorframe and laughed out loud. It was a bright, highly amused laugh that echoed loudly in the quiet, tense room.
