Isaac X Nigel Novels & Stories

“But he resides here.” Isaac looks at me carefully. I slowly rake my gaze down from his face to his hands as I bring my coffee to my lips. Maddox catches this exchange and looks at his son. “You can cross, can’t you?” “He doesn’t know how,” I say, my lips curving into a menacing smile. I shouldn’t be baiting Isaac, but I can’t help it. I know men like him. Cunning, sharply intelligent. I know he likes this game he’s playing with me. Who is bigger, who is stronger, who is a more capable king?