CAELLUM’S POV
I had returned to my chambers after a gruesome training with my men.
It’s been a while since I did it with them and I could see the surprise on their faces when I suddenly told them Beta Matteo would not be joining us for a while.
I’d sent him to take the reins of the business in Iraq and not return until I sent word. I had expected him to put up a fight, to say something about how sudden and unplanned the mission was and grant me a valid reason to put him down but he didn’t.
In the typical Matteo manner, he left immediately, no questions asked. Either he knew that staying would do more harm than good or he expected it. My bet was on the latter.
Every time I thought of her lips on his, in a kiss initiated by my own mate, I felt my blood burn. It has been burning since the moment I witnessed that atrocity, and my males were at the receiving end of my pissy mood this morning.