Oleander peered over his shoulder at Alex. Their meeting with his father, Count Drakkar, and the High Council had not gone as planned.
It had, in fact, gone terribly wrong.
Drachen, having reached the castle before them, had convinced the elders of the High Council that Drakkar's bastard son was a traitor, citing Oleander's unauthorized meeting with the Garam Horde as proof that he was indeed aligning himself with Grimmr Coven.
Oleander and Alex had walked into an ambush of unsubstantiated accusations of treason, surrounded by High Council guards awaiting a verdict.
Drakkar had calmed the room, insisting more proof was needed, then motioned for Drachen to continue.
And he had—illustrating Oleander's life within Grimmr Coven, including details of his human Garam lover, Torkel. Then, to prove his point—that his brother was not only a traitor but a sexual deviant, Drachen had moved to speak of Timothy's existence—
Oleander offered Alex a weak smile. He should have seen it coming. Tempered Alex somehow. Anticipated Alex's profound love for him would blind him—fuel his desire to protect him and the life of his human companion—far beyond reason.