Chapter 227

• Jessica’s POV
• ​Anthony didn't spare me a shred of the gentlemanly warmth he used to show our families at council dinners. ​Instead, he turned his sharp eyes on me, his chiseled jaw hardening with biting impatience.
• ​"Get a grip on the strays you drag through the front gates, Jessica," Anthony warned, his gravelly voice dropping into a harsh, authoritative register that made my ears burn. "Keep your people on a tight leash. If this kind of trashy circus happens again under my watch, there won't be a second warning."