"Commander Morpheus," Draven's voice echoed through the hall, "Mind your words. Do not dare hurt my mate."
Draven could feel the sting of Morpheus' words reflected in Ember's eyes.
Morpheus turned to Draven, "Apologies, Your Majesty. I do not intend to hurt your mate. But I must explain why I do not wish to be her mate. If this causes her pain, I cannot help it. I believe Your Majesty would not refrain me from stating my views and thoughts. An argument cannot be one-sided, favoring only Your Majesty's mate."
Draven's gaze moved to Ember, and each of Morpheus' words seemed to wound her deeper, a feeling of betrayal etched on her face, betrayed by her own friend. Draven regretted ever allowing their friendship. If only he had restricted it, she wouldn't be suffering like this. His hands itched to strangle his own friend, even though he had wanted to save him, even if it meant sharing his mate.
