ZEKE's POV
FLASHBACKS TO THE LAST FEW HOURS.
I had just left Liam's room, right after PI had walked in. But even after he left, a strange feeling lingered in my chest—something didn't sit right. It wasn't just in the way he spoke or carried himself—it was the dead, cold glare I caught him giving Liam when he thought no one was watching. That wasn't normal.
I hadn't expected PI to run into Liam's arms with open affection, but that look… it was something else entirely. A warning. A confession. Something was wrong.
As I made my way to the workers' quarters at the back of my castle—a place I hadn't stepped foot in for God knows how long—my presence caused a stir. The servants stopped what they were doing, eyes wide, whispers dying on their lips. I didn't blame them. Even I couldn't remember the last time I'd come this far in.
