"What were you thinking?!"
From the second Draven closed our bedroom door, I've gone off, deciding to point out
everything wrong with what he did during the meeting.
"Tomorrow?! God Draven! Do you understand that was a bad decision? Do you realize my life is
in the balance?! If you loose, I'll have to marry your father! I'll be his mistress and i-"
"NO! ENOUGH!"
The prince's booming voice startles me out of my rant and I drop to the bed as he stalks towards
me with a glare.
Leaning down so he's eye level, Draven's arms trap me in and he corrects me with frustration in
his gutteral voice.
"Do you have so little faith in me? I have a plan Luca! My father chose the spear. That was his
weapon, okay?"
I frown as he stands again and paces around the room.
"Past tense. He was in
