Chapter Seventeen

I switched off the lights in our suite and stepped out onto the patio, closing the door behind us softly. I morphed my hands into claws and saw Milo’s eyes turning black as his claws emerged as well. We scaled the walls up to the roof and I surveyed the area around us.

There were no warriors at the back of the palace where the King’s private gardens were located. Milo grabbed me in a hug and he jumped down the four story palace and landed soundlessly on the grass. He zipped forward and stopped just before we hit a tree.

“Good boy!” I patted Milo’s head as he glared at me and he pushed me to the ground as I turned my back on him to head to the nearest clearing.

“Asshole.”

“Where are we going and who are we killing?” He gave me a secretive smile and pulled his phone out, tapped on it a few times and then handed it to me.

“Are you insane? Is Clark insane?” I looked at the picture of Gustav de Haviland, Prince of Dragons and the King’s youngest brother.

“The kill order’s been given. Nobod