Alarico pushed open the heavy door to Marcello’s study before stepping inside. “As you requested, I brought him,” he said, motioning behind him.

Two guards entered, escorting a man between them none other than Leone. His brown eyes held no emotion as he met the king’s cold gaze.

Marcello gave a subtle nod, and the guards immediately stepped out.

“You too, Alarico,” Marcello added, his voice gravelly.

Without protest, the seasoned warrior exited, shutting the door with a soft ...