—Alec—

The shrill sound of my alarm clock pierced the silence.

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

Great.

Today was the governor’s yacht party.

Another evening of shallow conversations, forced smiles, and people pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Kyu-hun?”

I stepped into the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom. He wasn’t there.

“Sir, Mr. ...