“I’d like to know where the guards were!” Grayson demanded of his father after he had told him what had happened with Marcus earlier in the parking lot at his townhouse.
“Grayson, calm down,” his father ordered.
Grayson let out a deep, calming breath. “Father, why was Marcus here and why were you meeting with him alone?”
“I am the king, my son, and I answer to no one!” his voice bellowed, reverberating off the walls of the small room.
“No, Father,” Xavier intervened. “Grayson’s right. You could have been killed.”
“Surely, he wouldn’t attempt to kill me here at the castle—”
“Don’t bet on it,” Grayson replied. “Father, answer me this: Under what pretense was he here? And why did you agree to meet with him alone?” Grayson sighed, feeling anger rise within him again. “And where were you
