The harmonious atmosphere in the kitchen vanished replaced by Azer's darkening face. His grayish eyes paired with long lashes bore into Amara. His thin pale lips were pressed together, trying to suppress the curses inside his head.
Curses directed to the man whose name he doesn't know. He recalled how that man casually brushed away her strands and looked at her with awe.
His hands on the table rested on both sides of Amara supporting his weight and enclosing her, balled into fists. It certainly looked like the man was enchanted. Those eyes were the same he had once.
Now, his desire to tuck Amara away and run back to his kingdom intensified. How could he ever leave after witnessing that? His father is a capable king and an alpha, surely, he can handle the matters at the palace alone.
Guilt stabbed him in the head.
He sighed in exasperation and closed his eyes, afraid to let Amara see the sharp and malicious intent in them.
