-Damian-
I was on the verge of jumping out of hiding when I saw the man pull a gun on Isabella. I wanted to rip him apart for even threatening her, but then I heard her tell him to wait. Suddenly, the real Isabella emerged—the one who wasn’t afraid to stand up to me or the man aiming a gun at her.
“We want a voice,” the man finally said.
“A voice?” she repeated.
“The king can do and say whatever he wants, with no consequences. He can choose whoever he wants as his queen and cast aside those he doesn’t want, without it ever hurting him. We want a taste of that power. We want to be heard. You think you can give us that, half-blood?” he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.
Once again, I felt the urge to jump out of hiding and beat the crap out of him. No one spoke to my mate that way,
