Lucas said nothing. His jaw clenched so tightly Dennis worried his teeth might shatter. His fists were balled at his sides and his entire frame trembled with rage.
Dennis understood. Gods, he understood. Watching Ava walk hand in hand with the king—smiling, radiant, glowing, it was like getting punched in the throat by fate.
But it was bad timing. Only a handful of their men were in the city. And even if, by some miracle, they managed to grab Ava, what then? They had no idea where Zoe was. They didn't know how tight Herod's inner security really was. It would be a bloodbath.
So Dennis held him.
When the king's entourage finally disappeared down the street, swallowed by the twist of stone alleys and iron gates, Dennis slowly let go.
Lucas turned to him—and Dennis stilled. Tears were spilling from his brother's eyes, slow and silent and honest.
The mighty Alpha Lucas Raventhorn. Broken-hearted in broad daylight.
