AMARA’S POV

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ian pulled the bitch off Caelan’s lap.

“Aw, Ian you are such a cockblocker,” Diane pouted as she attempted to fight him off. In her drunken state she couldn’t exactly do much.

Ian carried her out of the council room on his shoulder, handing her over to one of the guards stationed outside the door. Ian handed her over like an annoyed stranger would when returning a crying child.

Ian shuts the door then returns to his position behind Caelan. ...