Knox
Chloe's look of surprise confused me. It took me a moment to realize I'd lifted my gun and was pointing it in her general direction. I had no memory of doing so, but my rifle was definitely pointed at her chest now.
I knew that I never had any plans to actually shoot her, though. She annoyed me, but not enough to commit murder. Since her arrival in the palace, I’d tolerated her presence for my family’s sake, but I’d never gone out of my way to get to know her. I simply didn’t care. She was an interloper, an intruder who had infiltrated my family.
My mind flashed back to the day Father told us about Chloe.
"Sons," Father said, clearing his throat at breakfast.
He set down his fork, and I followed suit, turning to face the King. He looked nervous, which made me nervous. I couldn’t
