The dining room was illuminated by kerosene lamps. The long table was only occupied by Damain, who continued eating with the same cold calmness that warned him he was holding himself back. As untamable as ever, Thomas thought without humor.

His marriage was arranged, an alliance that benefited both rival families in business. Thomas needed nothing more than that, until he unconsciously started to learn every action, attitude, and word of Damian—to the point of protecting him at all costs. He couldn’t fall in love again; he thought he had learned his lesson when his previous wife was murdered. But how could he get the image of his rebellious husband out of his mind? He was the most unique, determined, and clever person he had ever known. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew he was starting to have feelings for him. And what Thomas did was a confirmation.

"Yes!, I killed them!." Thomas replied to his husband, he stopped at the side of the table. Frozen Fury visible in his Icy,Cold,Harsh,Hard,Intelligent Dangriouse Icy... Blue eyes. "I've killed a woman and three men. I don't fucking care if they're your family!, they attacked you !...and because of them you had an abortion.!**"