Damen batted the pillow away by sheer reflex, even though it was clearly no threat. Much more targeted were Laurent's words. Damen's face hardened into its stoic set. "Entitled. Spoiled. Says the Prince who's never worked a day in his life."

He watched the destruction of his room with an increasingly tightening jaw. A muscle began to tick there. He just couldn't bring himself not to rise to the bait. He even knew it was bait now, and yet...

"Saying what?" Damen gritted out.