Shawn Monroe ground his teeth. "Don't you dare label me with that. It's not like I'm planning it, but even if I were, so what! Don't you forget, as far as Father is concerned, power is all that matters. He couldn't care less about the methods used to get it. He's always said that if one of us could surpass him, he would willingly step aside! You have no ambition yourself, yet you stand in my way. It seems you've forgotten that in this city, *I'm* the Young City Lord, not you, 'Young Master Monroe'!"
A faint, mocking smile touched Marcus Monroe's lips. He knew he couldn't dissuade his brother from his ambitions. In fact, he had no intention of trying.
'Secretly passing the information to Graham Monroe was just a warning, a way to fulfill my duty as a son.'
'How he decided to act on it was his business.'
'If he was willing to become a Trial Stone for his favorite son's ascension, then I have nothing more to say.'
'After all, I won't be staying for long on this trip back.'
