Richard, now king Russell Hawkins walked along the cells in the dungeon, ignoring the call of the prisoners. He came to the door at the end and entered the secluded part of the dungeon, where Ares was locked in a cell.
Ares Steele. His trusted man, not so trusted anymore had helped his daughter escape.
He came to stand in front of his cell, his eyes narrowing, studying the subject of his interest and fury. Ares stood up from where he sat in a corner and came forward, his face covered in bruises and his clothes in blood.
"Your Majesty," he said with his usually stern voice.
"You disappoint me, Steele."
Ares kept his head high and his gaze firm. "I did what I had to do."
"You sent my daughter and the woman you claim to have affection for to die."
"She won't die."
Richard frowned. Ares seemed sure and as much as he had read those books about breedmates he was not as sure as the man was.
