Ryker's little test

“Here’s the key to my room,” Ryker barked, lips pressed into a straight line. “Clean her up and prepare her to be presented to her family.”

As Bernice took the key he dangled between them and turned to leave, he suddenly stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

The ghost of a smile briefly traveled over his lips. “You know what? On second thought, do not treat Savannah’s injury. Get her changed into cleaner clothes but leave her bruises as they are.”

A look of fear darted across Bernice’s eyes but she still nodded before skittering away. Usually, Ryker was everyone’s favorite prince with his easygoing playboy nature but at the same time, you didn’t want to be on his wrong side. He could be as ruthless as the other men in the family if warranted.

Watching Bernice disappear down the hall, a nerve ticked in his jaw as he ground his teeth furiously. “Let’s see how they react to their daughter’s apparent suffering.” He muttered under his breath before storming away to the general hall wher