Chapter 23

“Stop your pathetic scheming and find a mate to settle down with. How long do you intend to chase after my shadow?” As he spoke, Leonid’s arm snaked around Johanna’s shoulders, pulling her flush against his side. The gesture was a calculated cruelty, meant only to wound. Young Duke Vantwood’s eyes darted between them, widening in disbelief. His lips trembled as he finally managed a choked question. “D-Do not tell me… this woman… is she your… rut partner?” His gaze screamed the unspoken question: I thought you did not keep rut partners. He looked utterly betrayed.