"So have you told your beautiful mistress that you're soon to be wedded to another woman?" Dylan asked the grumpy one as soon as they entered the young prince's suite.
"A child, not a woman. And a guest, not my mistress."
Dylan sat on his divan and poured a drink, "So you're saying, if I approach Miss Nilana, and make her my mistress, you wouldn't mind?"
A cold-blooded death glare from Ian's ruthless silver eyes was all it took to silence Dylan. Despite a sheepish grin tugging at his lips, Dylan couldn't ignore the intensity of Ian's gaze as he paced across the marble floor. It was clear to Dylan that Ian was nervous and worried, completely out of his element.
"On a second note." The golden-haired prince spoke as he sipped on his scotch and that made Ian halt and look at him. "It is your kill day. You never show up here, in my estate, in your kill day."
