She turned around, and his fingers slightly tightened.
He immediately saw Zane wearing his own clothes.
The epaulettes were slightly askew, and the collar buttons were done up in the wrong order.
But he stood up straighter, his spine taut.
Evan Sinclair was furious, his temper ready to ignite.
He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.
In his eyes, Caleb Shaw was like a god.
This was intolerable for him.
"Who do you think you are, daring to wear Shaw's clothes? You're just a lowly Sea-kin. If you didn't beg and use your own children as offerings every year, I'd have dragged you ashore by now and roasted you for drinks."
He stared at Zane, his eyes practically shooting flames.
Yesterday, he had been countered by him in the training grounds.
Losing face in front of everyone was something he couldn't forget.
Now, instead of restraining himself, Zane was flaunting it by wearing Caleb's clothes.
This wasn't just provocation, it was a slap in the face.
