“No, Wolfgang,” Zion sighed, releasing me so I could fully breathe again. “I simply want my throne—with Baltasar by my side—and for you and me to work together. Two equally formidable families, joined as one in power. That’s it.” My brother cocked his head, visibly confused. “You’re… not trying to take over my clan?” Zion scoffed. “I know this might be a shock, but just because it’s ‘how the game is played’ doesn’t mean we need to continue playing.”