Twenty-nine:
King Aiden
Twenty-four hours.
Rafferty O’Broin had twenty-four hours to release Lucy from his custody back to me. I knew goin’ after him would be pointless, but I could go after Liam O’ Broin. The Grada had had news about Liam O’Broin and his doings for years. But for one reason or another, they’d avoided arresting him. No more. Liam O’Broin was going down if it was the last thing that I did.
I heard the sound of footsteps running down the hall, then there was a knock on my door. Finneas Reid stood there, huffing and puffing, having pushed open the door. “Your majesty,” he said, “there’s been….an incident.”
“What kind of incident?” I asked, sitting up from my desk.
“It’s Prince Tommy,” said Finneas Reid, “he’s been shot.”
“Shot? Shot by who
