But now Raphael loved someone. From his perspective, it was suicide to put his heart in someoneâs elseâs hands. His pride forbade such carelessness in the name of something like love, especially when he had so many things to hide. Raphael would rather slit his own throat than let his shameful history be exposed.
Better to just let her go.
Raphael remembered the ring from the Guild of Secrets that Annette had hidden. It wasnât clear why she was patronizing them, but Raphaelâs primal instincts had a clue.
There was intense worry in his sharp eyes.
Looking at him, Harold shrugged inside. Anyone could see that he was in love, though it was a dangerous sort of love. Remembering the elegant, intelligent face of Annette, he couldnât believe one of the few really good girls in the world had fallen into the clutches of a man like Raphael. Of course she would suffer in their relationship.
So Harold decided to help the poor girl.
âTsk. Love and jealousy are like a needle in your pocket,â he said, a smile at his lips as he slyly goaded Raphael. âYou canât hide it, no matter how hard you try. So if youâre not sureâŚwell, then, Iâm afraid, in my opinionâŚâ
âWhat?â
Harold paused, stroking his beard as he shrewdly allowed Raphaelâs annoyance to build. Raphaelâs eyes sharpened, frowning, and Harold waited right until his anger was about to explode to speak.
âItâs obvious. You canât have a feeling like love and not know. So you donât love her.â
âWhat?!â
Furious, Raphael objected at once, but then he couldnât think of anything to say. In the first place, why was he even upset about this? He was not a man that bothered with emotional games or romances. He shouldnât have been bothered at all. But strangely enough, Haroldâs words were unpleasant.
And he wasnât done. After another sip of his drink, he puffed on a cigarette for a moment.
âIt shouldnât matter, if there is no love. Thatâs how marriage within the nobility works. I know a dozen couples who are only going through the motions of their marriage. Thereâs no reason you canât do the same. Play with women you like, and when you get bored with them, go back home. Isnât that more convenient?â
Smiling, he exhaled a puff of smoke.
âOh, but that does mean your wife will do the same,â he added, with his hand tapping his forehead as if he had just remembered. âWhy should she waste the flower of her youth on a husband who doesnât love her. But you donât need to worry about it, if you keep treating her like this, youâll drive her into the arms of another man yourself. Then sheâll only come back when sheâs tired of him. Sheâll be someone elseâs problem.â
Raphael cursed inside.
Just imagining another man holding the beautiful body that only he knew, hearing her gasp, made his blood boil. If that happened, heâd dismember the bastard, burn the body, and remember to stomp on the ashes.
Even worse, he could picture the faces of three men right off the top of his head who would have wanted to sleep with her.
He wanted to kill every one of them.
The savagery that filled him on the battlefield hummed into his blood. He gritted his teeth, automatically bristling like a male beast defending his mate. He didnât understand these feelings, or why this was happening. His heart was boiling. He felt like he was losing his mind.
Raphael gulped down the alcohol in his glass, then tossed back the last of it. Rising abruptly from the couch, he grabbed his coat. Somehow he had the idea that while he wasnât home, another man could be visiting Annette.
Despite being drunk, Raphael was more lucid than before.
âIâm leaving, old man.â
âOh, wait, I almost forgot to tell youâŚâ Harold began. âLetâs seeâŚwhat was it? These things happen when you get older, give me a moment, Iâll rememberâŚâ
Harold made himself comfortable on the couch. Raphael didnât like Haroldâs insinuations, but when the old man spoke this way, he couldnât ignore it. It would surely be important information.
He waited for Harold to speak. Harold had an odd smile as he looked at him, and offered some advice as if he were being generous.
âYouâll have some guests soon, so make sure you clean up your house. Didnât you know? If you offer your guests hospitality, you might just please your wife.â