Chapter 173

• Dorian‘s pov.
• I stormed through the courtyard like a beast unchained, my thoughts a whirlwind of rage. My fingers twitched with the phantom sensation of closing around Arius's throat. That bastard. I tolerated him. Hell, I even offered him a place in my court. And Freya... Freya would damn well pay for shattering that trust.
• "When I get my hands on him," I muttered, voice low and dark, more beast than man, "I'll rip that smug grin off his face."