Chapter 64

"My Camellia?"

Ian's eyes changed at Claude's words. He didn't hide the irritation in his voice either.

Claude let go of Ian's shirt, brushing off his hands. "The marquis won't be so foolish as to trade his only daughter. Besides, she's already mine, Prince Ian."

"Ha! Have you gone mad?"

"Perhaps. It's not like you haven't seen me lose my mind before."

"What have you done?!"

The two men fell to the ground, grabbing each other's collars and fists flying. Soldiers rushed to pull them apart. It was terrifying to see two of their commanders fighting the moment the war was over. It took five men to finally break them up. Heaving, Claude and Ian wiped the blood from their lips, their eyes still bloodthirsty. They'd never once lost their composure like this, even during their countless battles.

Claude glowered at Ian, thinking of the clematis he'd left with Lia.

If I hadn't found out she was a woman that day…