Zion stared at the message on his phone, and his whole body stiffened.
"They know."
Of course it was his parents.
He exhaled sharply. "Excuse me," he muttered, already heading for his room.
He paced the floor like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair.
"Think. Think. Think."
He finally grabbed his phone and dialed one number.
"Deputy William," Zion said, voice cold enough to freeze blood. "Did you report anything to my parents?"
On the other end, William sighed.
"Sire Zion… I didn't. But you know your parents. They get answers one way or another."
Zion's jaw tightened. William was right. They always did… They would get what they want if William was in the picture or not
He hung up without a goodbye and left the room.
When he reached down, Sharon was slumped against the couch, half-asleep, half-dizzy. Maxie was gently patting her shoulder, whispering something to help her sleep.
Zion's brows pulled together instantly.
"How is she doing now…"
