"Do you suspect I drugged Kastiel, darling?"
The question hung in the air like a guillotine blade, poised to drop at any moment. Alaric felt a shiver of unease crawl down his spine. Carlton's question hit him like a rogue fireball in a game of "Truth or Dare." Honestly? He did have suspicions swirling around this whole mess like gnats at a picnic.
It was utterly implausible that Kastiel and Rowan – rivals for over a decade – would suddenly decide to swap spit, especially considering their history involved full of drama worthy of Romeo and Juliet but without the poetry and romance; think smutty novel instead. There had to be something fishy going on, something involving questionable substances and probably more than just a healthy dose of perversion. And in this kingdom, Carlton could easily win an award for "Most Perverted Person Alive."
