Chapter 29 Ouch

• DAXTON
• Lucien was at it again. He was so expertly gnawing at my nerves and pissing me off. Who the hell told him about Arya's resemblance to Anessa? I didn't need him hovering around my estate because of my mate. If he angered me well enough, I just might kill him. It was bad enough that he had disrupted my mood.
• "Lucien," I warned through gritted teeth as I approached him and a clueless Arya, barely restraining my claws from elongating.