Nolan hesitated.
Lucas groaned. "bad it is, then. Just say it."
Nolan sighed. "Dennis is on his way to the High Council."
"Oh, that's adorable,"
Nolan cleared his throat. "He's requesting freedom from your hold."
Lucas's fingers tightened on the armrests of his chair.
The time had finally come.
He had known that one day he'd have to face Dennis, that his brother's defiance would push him to take action. He was itching to kill Dennis anyway. Kiss his mate?
That was low.
Even for a backstabbing little shit like Dennis.
"How did he get past the patrol?"
The corner of Nolan's mouth twitched.
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"He, uh… He dressed up to look exactly like you."
"Come again?"
Nolan let out a dry chuckle. "Dennis disguised himself to look like you. Patrol just… let him walk right past."
Lucas's eye twitched.
"You're telling me," he said slowly, "that my men just let him stroll into my territory because he looked like me?"
