DIE...
That woman served no purpose. She'd made Perry abandon his responsibilities. Just look at their current situation.
Civil war loomed on the horizon, yet their king had conveniently fled the palace for some romantic getaway with his mate.
Flynn dragged his hands down his face. He hated what he was about to do, but someone had to make the hard choices.
The woman was nothing but a dangerous distraction, keeping the king from ruling properly. After everything Perry had endured to claim his throne, Flynn refused to watch anyone destroy it all.
"You look like hell."
Flynn's eyes snapped open as he jerked upright. Timothy had strolled into his study without invitation. A growl rumbled in Flynn's throat.
"Ever heard of knocking?"
His pulse hammered against his ribs like he'd been caught red-handed.
