He rode the horse furiously, his anger mounting with every step the beast took. He didn’t pause for the stable hand to secure the animal, nor pay attention to the watchmen at the door of the castle. Emmett strode in like he owned the place—for all of about four seconds. He wasn’t even aware of the guards’ intentions until the first slammed into his back and he found himself being tackled to the floor.
“Unhand me,” Emmett growled. “I wish to speak to the king.”
A snort sounded in his ear. A knee dug into his spine and Emmett roared in both fury and pain.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen,” a known voice reprimanded in an amused tone that only increased the anger coursing through Emmett’s blood.
Emmett twisted his neck to glower at Andrewe. “Call them off!” he barked.
Andrewe lifted an eyebrow and
