The Obedient Pawn

"Don't tell me you're actually thinking of bringing that woman into the Kensington family!" Richard snapped.

"Absolutely not!" Callum shot back without a second thought.

Blood trickled down from the cut on his forehead, sliding down the bridge of his nose. Callum was easily the best-looking of the Kensington family, and with half his face smeared in blood, he looked even more dangerously alluring.