“I’d like to know where the guards were!” Grayson demanded of his father after he had told him what had happened with Marcus earlier in the parking lot at his townhouse.

“Grayson, calm down,” his father ordered.

Grayson let out a deep, calming breath. “Father, why was Marcus here and why were you meeting with him alone?”

“I am the king, my son, and I answer to no one!” his voice bellowed, reverberating off the walls of the small room.

“No, ...