James's POV

I was seated in his study, with a bottle of liquor in front of me. My face was contorted into a frown as I thought about my encounter with Andrew. I was sad that Andrew could defend Nate the way he did. Never had I expected to see someone who would stand for Nate the way Andrew did.

Initially I had asked other guards to come with him and serve me else I would kill them. Some agreed to stay, while others refused. The ones that refused to come, I asked the guards to whip them, each ...