Reinhard Vs Regulus Novels & Stories

“She is my woman. What does she have to do with you? Who are you to talk to me about where she stays or goes?” Reginald’s voice turned instantly dark and icy. Lucas’s back was pressed against the pillar, his body rigid. The rumors were true—Reginald truly was ruthless, someone who drew blood at the slightest disagreement, allowing no dissenting voices. The thin blade pressed against Lucas’s neck; he felt a sharp sting as blood flowed down along the edge of the blade in a straight line. Looking at the man who had instantly turned violent, Lucas could no longer maintain formal politeness. He darkened his expression.