He looked at me, and something in his expression shifted. But he didn’t argue again.Despite his condition, Richard stood on the steps of the palace two days later, framed by the towering marble columns and the sharp gleam of morning light. His posture was rigid, too careful, like the only thing hol
The second Richard stepped into the hallway, all the fear left my body.Which was ridiculous, honestly. Jason still had a knife. I was still wolfless. There were still at least six different ways this could all go horribly wrong. But that’s what it felt like—fear evaporating, replaced by something s
I tried to breathe, to answer, but the words caught in my throat and didn’t come. Everything about this was insane, and I could feel the edges of my control starting to fray.I opened my mouth—nothing came out. And before I could try again, she turned on her heel and disappeared back into the room.
Richard stood just inside the entrance of the restaurant, as composed as ever, his suit tailored to perfection, every gesture efficient and unreadable. The hostess blinked like someone had slapped her.“King...?” she stammered.The woman at his side didn’t even acknowledge the hostess—just slipped h
He worked fast. Precise. There was no drama in it, no flashy spell or drawn-out diagnosis. Just years of knowledge condensed into muscle memory.Within minutes, the Elder’s breathing steadied. Simon checked his vitals again. Then again.Elder Thorne stirred.By the time his eyes opened, you could fe
Reporters were still shouting when Richard’s voice cut clean through the chaos."Delete the photos. All of them," Richard snapped, voice cutting sharper than any blade. "If I see one image surface from this, your press passes are gone. Permanently. Don’t test me."There was no room for argument. Jus