ERICK
The moment I stepped foot into the throne room, one of my shadow guards rushed toward me with a bow so deep his forehead nearly touched the floor.
“Your Majesty, we have a situation.”
My heart clenched even before he spoke the next words.
“Queen Sophia… refused to come.”
The world around me went quiet.
Refused?
Refused to come with me?
Refused to come home with the pups?
A low, dangerous growl built in my chest, but it wasn’t anger….It was fear.
A suffocating, ice-cold fear that wrapped itself around my ribs like chains.
“What do you mean she refused?” I asked, my voice calm, and steady.
The guard swallowed hard. “She… told the escort to take her back to Smallville. She said she will not be heading to Blackthorne.”
My hands curled into fists before I could stop myself.
