Chapter 4 - The Prince's Pawn

Bang, Bang goes the gun

Khalid

Rage didn’t begin to describe the sensation that shot through me as I watched blood spurt out of Callum’s nose and mouth.

The bastards hadn’t said a word—just came in and started swinging.

Looking into the big one’s sneering face—his lip curling up in a pompous expression—I felt like I had an electrical prod at my back, driving me forward to rip apart the enemy.

But I couldn’t do that. Instead, I had to stand there like an impotent idiot while these scum held guns on me.

Even as Callum lay on the floor, his face a bloody mess and dripping onto his shirt, part of me wanted to rip him apart too.

How could you not see them coming? How did you let them step in the door?

But I knew the answer. Callum had seen them coming. And didn’t reach for his gun.

Because the two men had the crest of the palace guard on their jackets—the king’s personal protection force.

Callum had likely battled with a split-second decision: let them in and hope for the best, or draw his weapon.

In the grand scheme of th…