Damen felt his face darken, the fur-covered features twisting. Yes, his intimidation techniques had been...unpleasant. But he doubted Laurent would believe him if he admitted they had been no more than threats. He wouldn't actually have...
he couldn't, could he?
"No shortage of candor either, I see," he said, in a little less than a growl. "Some would call it foolhardy. Yet you do not seem a fool, Laurent of Vere."
He considered the purple-clad Prince, who looked more regal than ever in his throne of a chair on the other end of the table. Damen didn't have to answer that question, of course. He could let Laurent wonder, contemplate his fate in light of dozens of beauties who'd come before him.
But tonight, the Beast wasn't trying to frighten him.
"There were a few. None were harmed or coerced beyond their will." That, too, Laurent probably would have little faith in. Damen spoke plainly regardless. "I sent them away years ago. There has been no one but the occasional passing traveler in this castle ever since." Laurent's father had been the last.
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he couldn't, could he?
"No shortage of candor either, I see," he said, in a little less than a growl. "Some would call it foolhardy. Yet you do not seem a fool, Laurent of Vere."
He considered the purple-clad Prince, who looked more regal than ever in his throne of a chair on the other end of the table. Damen didn't have to answer that question, of course. He could let Laurent wonder, contemplate his fate in light of dozens of beauties who'd come before him.
But tonight, the Beast wasn't trying to frighten him.
"There were a few. None were harmed or coerced beyond their will." That, too, Laurent probably would have little faith in. Damen spoke plainly regardless. "I sent them away years ago. There has been no one but the occasional passing traveler in this castle ever since." Laurent's father had been the last.