Edgar listened to the list of absurd demands in silence.
With every word that left Melina's and Riley's mouths, his blood boiled hotter.
His aura exploded.
Invisible pressure washed over the hall like a crashing wave, making the chandeliers tremble and the servants at the edge of the room stagger back in fear.
"So that's how it is," Edgar said, his voice low and dangerous. "Looks like you people really want war after all."
Melina's lips curled.
"My, my," she said lightly. "You really do love fighting, don't you, Duke Edgar?"
Riley smiled as well, though his eyes remained cold.
Edgar wanted to fight right then.
He wanted to shatter the obsidian floor beneath his feet and use the shards as weapons, to tear through this hall and remind them why the Valmont name was feared on battlefields.
But he knew better.
The situation was not in his favor.
