“Ryan allows you this control?” the King asked. I shrugged. Like an asshole. “I think so. But it’s never been tested.” “So you’re running,” the King said. And there was the flare of anger. “I’m removing myself from the equation,” I said. “Because your son seems to think I’m trying to steal Ryan away from him. Your son took me out to the sparring fields to try and in his words, ‘Teach me a lesson.’ I’m leaving because Morgan thinks it’s right, and I never question him.” “You question me all the time,” Morgan said lightly. “That’s because some of the things you say are questionable,” I said.
