The air in Gabriel's office turned to ice. Robert's hand tightened around his gun, his knuckles white as he aimed directly at Lion Stan's heart. "You..."
Lion Stan didn't even flinch. He casually stepped over Gabriel's cooling corpse and sat in the dead man's chair, leaning back with a cold, predatory grace.
"Your mother and the rest of the Royal Family are at that luxury hotel for breakfast, aren't they?" Lion Stan asked, checking his watch. "If you're late... they're all going to die."
Robert's heart stopped. His aim wavered for a split second as the image of Nova, Catherine, Alexander and Elliot and his dad King Stuar in danger flashed through his mind.
"Prince, I think we have to go and check on them immediately!" Steven urged from behind him.
Robert's eyes burned with hatred, but he couldn't take the risk. He began to back away, his gun still raised.
