CHAPTER FOUR.

RYDER.

Pacing relentlessly and -for the umpteenth time- checking my wristwatch, I was growing more impatient.

It's been two hours since the disaster of a party. Father has ordered me locked up in my chambers, away from any interactions. He wouldn't even let me speak to that Roland - guy, who'd been rushed to the hospital over a minor shoulder dislocation, courtesy of Red's massive claws.

Father thinks I've lost my mind and I might attack another random ...