Chloe Alexander, Knox, and I were in the middle of a heated game of rummy when my bedroom door flew open and bounced off the wall. I was almost certain there was a dent in the drywall now. All three of us stared at King Charles, confused by his violent entrance. He looked enraged. I exchanged a worried glance with the boys, unsure what to do. They’d had far more experience when their father was mad. I had none. He wasn’t really my father, though, I supposed. I pushed the thought away. I didn’t want to deal with the crippling debt I still felt. “You,” the King hissed, pointing at me. “Me?” I squeaked. I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly why the King was mad, and unfortunately, I didn’t know how to explain it away. “You knew,” he hissed. “Father,” Alexander tried. “
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