Chapter Twenty-One: Marco

Marco

The sound of Marco's cell phone ringing pulled him out of his slumber. He opened his eyes to find that his arm was still wrapped around Sabrina, in the exact position that they had fallen asleep. They were both fully clothed, though. They hadn't had sex that night, only snuggles and kisses. He didn't want the entire relationship to be built around sex anyway, so he was content to have an evening where they just held each other and talked.

The phone continued to ring on the nightstand and he rolled over to see that the call was coming from the palace. He quickly sat up and answered it. He hadn't heard from his father in several days and was growing concerned. The only contact he had was now through Magdalena.

“Hello?” he said, standing up from the bed and scurrying out to the kitchen. “Father is that you?”

“Marco.” The voice that replied was as cold as a witch's heart and sent a chill down his spine.

Marco sighed. “Good morning, Magdalena,” he said. “And to what do I owe the hono