—Alec—

The shrilling sound of my phone’s alarm filled the air.

Cursing under my breath, I snatched the phone from the nightstand and silenced it. I pried my eyes open and squinted at the reminder on the screen.

Great.

Today was the governor’s yacht party. Another evening of shallow conversations and fake smiles.

“Kyu-hun?” I stepped into the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom—but he wasn’t there.

One of the house staff appeared behind me. “Sir, Mr. Kyu-hun is in the ...