Kane pushed himself up from the floor. Dried blood cracked off from his left side feeling like cobwebs across his skin.
He laughed to himself as he sat back against the side of the four-post bed. He'd almost made it to the bed. If he had, his body might not hurt so much now.
Laughing made his head pound. Kane let out a breath and took a stock of the situation.
They were dead, his cousin, his uncle, and his Father. They were dead by his hand. He was the next in line for the dukedom since his uncle had no children other than Rhana.
What would Kylara say? What would I think of him now?
Kane's mouth tightened and his right hand fisted on his leg. He had no choice. I would have become Rhana's mate because of the contract.
The contract! With the laws of Viceria, Kane had succeeded to everything that belonged to his cousin, his Father, and the Duke.
