CZAR

Alaric looked unfazed. Eiran ordered more cognac as if I wasn’t just tugging on his younger brother’s collar.

“So affected for someone who just considers this marriage a business…”

I only threw him a menacing smirk, loosened my fist on his shirt, and sat back down.

Alaric licked his lips and lowered his voice. “Though, this is just a sham, right? They won’t know what happens behind closed doors. Maybe… I can have a tast-”

My knife flew from my hand, grazed his ear, ...