"What the hell is he doing here?" Ishmael demanded from across the breakfast table as Lord Glade sat down with us.
Lord Glade let out a heavy sigh. His hair was unkempt. His eyes were dim. Even his face was slack. He looked exhausted.
I quickly poured coffee for him.
Then looking coldly at Ishmael, I said, "He is joining us for training."
"You asked another male to train with us?" Ishmael asked. His blue eyes were hot as they held my gaze.
I sniffed, "So what if I did? At least with him here, I don't have to worry about you and your 'casual greetings.'"
Ishmael's jaw clenched, "I wanted to train with you alone." he snarled.
"Why?" I asked coldly.
Ishmael blink in surprise, "Kane says I have to let you get to know me. Is that not the case?"
I frowned. I didn't know how to react to that. On one hand, I was irritated with Kane for assuming that I'd want to get to know Ishmael. On the other, I wouldn't do anything with them, unless I did know him better.
