Who's The Loser Heir?
Kevin stood at the gate, looking back at the house he would never enter again.
He looked down at his hands, which were still stained with the dust of the street where he had thrown Davina’s suitcase. He had thought he was a king, and she was trash. Now, he was the one being discarded, and she was the queen of a world he couldn't even imagine.
A black car pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and a man in a sharp suit looked out at him.
"Mr. Locke?" the man asked, his voice a smooth, oily resonance.