Phillip threw another expensive ornament against the damn wall. He watched it shatter into tiny pieces. He felt some small satisfaction as he watched the pieces fall to the ground. At least he could still destroy some things.
But not his father’s bastards. No. He seemed to be beyond his reach.
“The ruckus you’re causing will make someone thing that something is up,” David said calmly. Too calm. He as sitting on the settee.
Phillip turned to him. He stared at him, becoming suspicion of him the more the seconds ticked by and he stared at him.
Did he or didn’t he leave the hair in Karic’s room? he asked himself. His brother was too calm considering that their plan failed.
“Something is up brother,” Karic said his nostrils flaring from the anger he could feel inside. How did it now
