Chapter 130: He Doesn't Obey
Zack Hale didn't throw things when he was angry. He wasn't the type who loved to shout into empty rooms or pace like lesser men.
Rage had never made him careless…it only restricted him.
He was alone in his study as night pressed against the tall glass windows, one hand resting lightly on the edge of a polished table that had once belonged to a monarch who lost his head for trusting the wrong people.
Zack liked objects that carried warnings.
The call with Theo replayed in his mind not as sound but as some defiance.
A clean refusal with no stutter or hesitation.
That wasn't new…
Theo did not always resist in his youth. That wasn't much expected. Children fought gravity until they learned it could break bones. But this was different. This was not rebellion shaped by emotion. This was rejection shaped by certainty.
Zack hated certainty in other people.
