Kane waited in the shadows of the stables. His right hand gripped his horse's reins as his eyes remained glued to the approaching road.
He had received word over an hour ago that Kylara had gone out with Prince Blaize.
"Godsdamn him!" Ishmael snarled in their mind. "If that pretty boy doesn't back off I'll rip his nose off his ugly face. Then we'll see how she likes him."
Kane grimaced at the images Ishmael conjured to their mind.
"I am going to talk to her and find out what she's thinking. I know she doesn't want to hear it, but I'll-"
"Tie her to our bed and make sure she understand every word." Ishmael finished. Kane covered their flaming red face with his hand. Ishmael had provided more mental pictures with his statement. Ishmael was very generous about doing that.
As if closing a door in his mind, Kane left Ishmael alone to his perverted thoughts.
