Chapter 20- The Suspect

“Let me go! I said let me go, you dog!" I heard her voice even before I saw her.

"Are you deaf or something?! Let! Me! Go!” she growled in annoyance as the doors to the throne room opened and she suddenly came into view, our eyes meeting and I felt Dario stir.

The guard holding her pushed her to her knees as she looked up at me with a smirk.

“Oh, what's the need for all this drama? You should have just told me my mate was dying to see me," she said, the infuriating smirk still in her lips and my jaw ticked.

“You may leave,” I said to the guard and he bowed his head before slowly walking out, the doors closing behind him.

I sat on my throne staring at her and the room seemed to shrink as we both were involved in a staring contest.

“What? Is this the part where you ask me to strip for you?" she asked with a raised brow as she watched me like she knew something I didn't.