Chapter Thirty-Six
“Tarak.” He addressed me by my title instead of my name. “You should never tie a lady up unless she asks for it, and our Vega has not asked for it. Nor will she ever.” He dug the blade in deeper and I released the chain.
Vega let out a breath, I rolled my eyes. The blade eased up as he stepped back away from me, Vega dipped under my arm. Moving away from me, spinning around, I looked at Izar.
His face smooth and unreadable. If Vega could have picked a mate. He would have been perfect for her the way that he played the council’s games.
“If you’re quite done.” He said in a curt tone as he tucked his dagger back into its sheath at his waist. His skin looked like marble in the dimly lit room. His shimmering dark blue suit was immaculate tailored. Pale fingers moved over
