Foster shoved open Carmella’s back door, trying to ignore the pain now forcing its way to the forefront of his mind. “Grady, I can’t stay here when Ezren’s—” “I know. That’s why I’m coming with.” Foster paused at the back gate and looked at Grady only to find his expression serious. “Royalers don’t go alone, Sterling.” His lips curved into a smile. “I mean, I did just save your ass after all.”
