Cain's POV:
He's a man. How can I be attracted to a man!
It had been subtle at first, and he had simply chucked it up to the light purple colour of his eyes which was a signature of witches until Ravon walked into his office with the man beside him.
'He's a spy just like the rest of them but was he also sent to seduce me?!' Cain thought digging the knife deeper until he saw a drop of blood stain the knife his eyes focused on the skinny man he held in his hand whose neck he could snap with just a little more strength.
"You're a man! My uncle has always sent women and I smell nothing on you!" he mumbled to himself even as his grip on his personal servant unconsciously tightened his eyes blazing with hidden fury as he tried to keep a tight reign on his anger lest his beast awaken.
He was still staring at the man when he suddenly felt his body slaken in his hold, which Cain responded by simply letting him go, watching him immediately crumple to the ground.
