Knox opened his hazy eyes. He saw Azrael watching him with a satisfied look on his face. Embarrassment dawned on him. He quickly turned his head away and pushed Azrael, only for his hands to be caught in his embrace.
"Let go. Tell me what you mean instead," he persuaded the guy. Anymore than kissing would surely awaken his lower region, so he kicked Azrael and flailed his hands to free himself. Once the alpha gave him room to escape, he immediately rolled to the side and at on the bed instead, gathering back the sheets and draping them over his folded knees.
Knox asked again, "What do you mean? What scandal??"
Azrael lay on his sides, propping up his head with his folded arm. He tapped the spot next to him as he responded, "You were carried by your father when you fainted. He shamelessly announced that you're his son, so what else could there be, but another scandal involving the noble Horace Family and their hidden illegitimate son?"
