KELLEN

My father leaned against his desk, one arm across his chest, the other massaging the bridge of his nose. At that moment, he looked tired. There was a lot going on. He sighed before dropping his hand down so we could meet his eyes.

“Fuck Marcus, why Lamia?” The Delta’s eyes shot straight at the king, holding them easily. I was taken aback that he could hold my father’s eyes. Not many could do that.

“You think I have the answers, Alex?” he hissed. I was ...