Drake's POV:
He seemed to study me for a moment, and then his gaze softened, but only just. I knew he was looking for any sign of deceit, but I was clean—loyal to the bone.
He studied me held my gaze, as if trying to decide if my words held truth. Finally, he spoke again, the calm menace in his voice laced with a sharp edge. "Then tell me, Drake. How did you survive? Why was I spared, but you… you were left untouched?"
I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat as I prepared to relive that nightmare. The memory of that day, that damn day, haunted me still, and now, I had to face it all over again, with him standing before me, a king returned.
