Demetrius's [POV]

She slept peacefully in my arms. I held her tightly as if I did not want to let her go even for the slightest.

I had told the guards to catch Ezekiel as soon as possible. They could not catch him, perhaps because he fled.

Thinking of him kissing my wife's neck was disgusting. I wanted nothing more than to kill him.

I would have done so the moment I found him in our room, but he fled through the window. But he said something before he left that had been bothering me since ...