Chapter 38

Roman

I was in the red room, sitting at the round table with Brandon and Dalton. It felt just like old times when we used to play games and talk about whatever wasn’t allowed inside the palace.

But this time I wasn’t interested in playing games, and they could sense that.

With suspicious eyes, they tried observing me.

What was Roman up to this time? Their silent question hung in the air.

I poured some liquor into three glasses, the sound echoing in the quiet room, then I handed them a glass.

Dalton stared at the glass. "I don't drink on the job." He declared with his lips pressed into a firm line. Quite rude to offer a drink from his king.

I raised my own glass, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "From what I've been hearing, there's been a slight personality change." I retorted, my eyes never leaving his. He had time to put his lips on my Audrey, but drinking on the job is where he’d apparently draw the line.

Dalton furrowed his brows, trying to see what I was getting