KROSS

“Sir Kross,” Gabriel’s voice came through, tight and rushed. “It’s your father.”

My chest locked even though I already knew. Gabriel followed orders like his life depended on it. So if he was calling, then it was definitely an emergency. And an emergency meant…

“What happened?” I asked, my voice rough.

“He collapsed again,” Gabriel said. “The doctors moved him to the emergency ward. They’re asking for you to come now.”

Now.

Fuck, I didn't like this.

I ...