“It’s Rogue King, to you,” Richard said.
“I’ll be in the grave before I call you that.”
“That can be arranged.”
Sienna and Claire sized up Amelia. A low, warning growl escaped the back of my throat.
“Damien actually let you come,” Claire said. “I thought he might have locked you in a closet… again. Don’t you tire of being a prisoner to your own mate?”
“My relationship with my mate is no concern of yours,” Amelia said.
“Maybe. But he and I still had Stacy together. There’s nothing you can do about that.”
Amelia frowned. “Stacy is mine. Your blood doesn’t matter.”
Claire shrugged. “I’ll make sure she remembers you when she becomes mine again. After this fight, you’ll be nothing but a splatter over a tree.”
My growl grew louder.
“You will pay for what you did,” Sienna said. “All of
