The black leather envelope sat open on the desk in Diego’s private study. It's silver wax seal was cracked into sharp fragments.
"So now he claims duress?" I repeated as I paced about on the Persian rug. The initial shock of Miguel’s announcement had been replaced by an intense fury.
"Silas sat at that poker table for hours of his own free will." I laughed grimly for a moment. "He drank liquor, raised the stakes, and when he ran out of land, he offered me up like a silver coin!"
Diego sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. One finger lazily traced the rim of a crystal glass. However, his green eyes were glowing with a predatory fire that signaled an enraged Alpha itching for a bite.
"The High Council doesn't care about ethics, Ophelia," he said. "They care about regional bala
