A Dangerous Invitation
I was about to leave the hidden room, questions swirling in my mind, when a knock interrupted the silence. John, Alexander's ever-loyal bodyguard, stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
"Sir, an invitation from Nathaniel York," he announced, his tone steady.
At the mention of Nathaniel's name, Alexander's features hardened, his icy exterior returning instantly. Whatever vulnerability I thought I'd seen vanished as he muttered, "I'll handle it."
John hesitated. "M...