Cassius's POV
"Jemma!" I called out to my fleeing mate. I stood to run after her, only to have my mother instantly in front of me with a hand on my chest. "Mother, move. I have to go after Jemma."
She growled at me. "I will go talk to your mate. I have a feeling you are the reason she is upset."
I narrowed my eyes at her, but she returned my look with one that told me arguing was futile. I may be king, but I knew better than to argue with my mother. Still, I had to try. "Mother," I growled, only to have her slap my face.
"Growl at me one more time, Cassius Alexander, and you'll get more than a slap." She glared at me. "Now, sit and finish your breakfast." She turned and walked away from me.
My fists balled up from frustration. I ignored the silence from the patrons in the room. Witho
