Nikolai gripped the hem of his suit. He was angry, utterly mad at Ceasar.
With a hostile glint in his eyes, he said, "But...you didn't spare him even a look when you left the hall. Sir, Yuri was unconscious, he was on the brink of death. You didn't ask of him, and neither did you even give him so much as a mere look."
"I understand that he is just your consigliere, and I'm nothing more than your personal bodyguard. But…" He wasn't sure if he should complete his sentence. The Supreme Alpha would get angry, he was sure of it. But he wanted to spit it out, to just let him know how much of an asshole he was to them sometimes.
Caesar looked away from him, shutting his eyes to take a breath with his arms folded. "I don't know what made you come to that conclusion, and neither do I have any idea of what you are talking about."
