I want someone to kill. Rafe's tumultuous emotions demanded satisfaction.
"Emotions are weak!" He could still remember the flat tone of his instructor just before he applied the rod. Rafe had learned to control himself during that hard time.
However, once he'd left their careÉthings changed. For a while, he'd let his feelings dictate his actions. That didn't work out so well when he was a boy in his uncle's court, so he learned the value of hiding his true thoughts behind a mask.
He wasn't that boy anymore, and he didn't want to act unaffected. Didn't want to remain silent, not when Emma was comatose in a recovery chamber. The doctor claimed she'd survive, but life could be a tenuous thing. Sometimes, the slightest thing could drag a person into death. And Emma was human. How could the doctor be sure she would recover?