_Pierre's POV_
I had been holding my tongue all evening.
That was not something that came naturally to me and anyone who knew me would confirm that. But I had watched the banquet unfold, had watched Rowena move through the room with that particular composed grace of hers, had watched Alaric arrive and pull her aside with the barely contained energy of a man who had driven across the city on feeling rather than reason, and I had stayed in my corner and held my tongue.
Then Kaelen walked in and I stopped holding it.
Not immediately though. I watched the whole scene. I watched Rowena dress him down with the perfect precision she brought to everything.
Kaelen was the most shameless man I had ever met. I must say.
I watched Kasper take him apart on the floor of the banquet h
