To my never-ending surprise, Mrs. Smith walked in with a phone in her hand and a deep scowl on her pouty face. I bet I could fill the creases of her wrinkles with nickels and they would just stay there.

“Your Majesty,” she said and handed over the phone before she walked with heavy steps, swaying her body out of the room. 

“Thank you, Mrs Smith.” Darian’s brows pinched together and he and Gabe shared a look before he raised the phone to his ear.

I listened in on ...