Page 36 of Wings of Betrayal

Kyle places his hand on my thigh beneath the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze. I smile at him, and then the doors burst open.

A visibly angry Amaros enters the room, followed by two distraught-looking guards. Oh no.

“Amaros, you cannot disturb the King’s private meal!” one guard firmly states.

He ignores him and approaches the table. He narrows his eyes at Kyle before focusing on Harlum. “I apologise for the disruption, Harlum. But there’s something your guest needs to know.”

I frown at him. What in the gods is he talking about?

I abruptly stand. “Amaros, you need to leave.”

Kyle laughs. “What is it I need to know, then?”

A smirk spreads across Amaros’s face, and my heart drops because I immediately know this can’t be good.

“Amaros, please don’t,” I beg.

“Don’t what? He deserves to know about us.”

And there it is. I close my eyes before shifting my gaze to Kyle, who appears more confused than ever and is no longer smiling.

“Enough of this.” Harlum stands. “Amaros, now is not the time for this. This is a private family dinner. You need to leave.”

Ignoring Harlum, Amaros presses on. “Zarla, do you want to tell him, or should I?”

He pins me with a knowing stare, waiting for my reaction and more than looking forward to the fallout.

A boiling heat grows in my chest, and I shake my head at him as I desperately try to contain it.

“No? Very well, then. Did Zarla mention our kiss?”

All eyes shift to me, but the only pair I’m worried about are Kyle’s as they bore into mine.

CHAPTER NINE

Kyle draws his brows together, shoves his chair back, and moves around to stand in front of Amaros. The smug look on Amaros’s face quickly disappears as the two large males stare at one another.

I’m frozen in place, unsure what to do.

“You kissed her?” Kyle asks, shoving his chest.

Harlum slams his chair back and grabs hold of Amaros’s arm. “I said enough. Now leave.”

Amaros laughs, completely ignoring Harlum. “Does that bother you? Because I can tell you she enjoyed it. A lot.”

That did it. Kyle launches his fist at Amaros and hits him hard in the face, knocking him back. Amaros grits his teeth, charges into Kyle, and tackles him to the ground where they scuffle about, taking swings at one another.

“Stop! Harlum, do something!” I yell.

“Guards!” Harlum calls, and they hurry over and pull the males apart. “Get them out of here!”

The guards drag Amaros and Kyle from the dining room and throw them outside the main entrance. I hurry after them, desperately trying to get to Kyle.

“You lying son of a bitch!” Kyle tenses, his entire body shaking as veins protrude from his neck. .

Amaros breathes heavily, and that smug look reappears across his features. “Ask her yourself.”

Kyle shakes his head in disbelief, then turns to me.

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