Derek looked at her steadily. Something in his expression acknowledged the performance, and for a moment, Ruby thought she had won.
"If you're bored, Ruby, go to town," he finally said, his voice flat.
Ruby's jaw hit the ground.
"Go visit the other packs, or try playing some games at The Central's night market. I went there recently, and honestly, it's much more fun than a bunch of women sitting around drinking tea and judging each other's jewellery."
Ruby was stunned into silence for a moment, her brain working. The night market? The King of Dravengard was suggesting she go to a common human street fair? The realisation hit her like a physical punch—Kira had taken him there. Kira was the reason for this absurd suggestion.
"You're choosing her," Ruby whispered, her voice thick with venom. "You're choosing a werewolf—the daughter of the man who killed your mother—over me?"
Derek went very still, the images of that night flooded him.
