Marly POV
With nerves racing in my stomach, I slowly reached out to take the phone. Quickly, I hit speaker so everybody could hear the conversation. “Hello?” I asked. “Marly, Marly, Marly … why did you leave so suddenly?” the Rogue King asked. I refused to be baited by him, “What do you want?” I demanded.
He chuckled, “Is everyone enjoying listening to your defiance? Hello, everyone,” he replied, arrogantly. I looked to Carson who was sitting there, listening intently. “And you took my favorite son,” he taunted as the King stiffened, ready to explode. I held up my hand, not wanting him to react to the Rogue King’s words.
“What do you want?” I asked again. “Well of course, I want you, Marly … and Alex,” he replied. “You cannot have us,” I replied, sounding more confident than I felt inside. “Tsk, tsk, Marly. You know that when I want something, I always get it. Isn’t that right, Alex?” he asked softly.
