Chapter Four
“Am I drinking to your success?” The king’s voice came through the phone. James could picture the look on his father’s face without even seeing it. He was hopeful of good news and confident that his son would give it to him.
“No, sorry, Father, you’re not.” James glanced at the bed, trying not to feel guilty for what he’d done. “Something has happened.”
“Meghan has killed again, hasn’t she?” Instantly the king’s voice dropped in regret.
“Not exactly. She tried but…” James again looked at the woman on the bed. Her legs hung over the sides, just where she’d fallen twenty minutes ago, only now the blanket he’d put over her covered her nudity. He hadn’t wanted to touch her, even to move her. He didn’t trust himself to act the gentleman, especially now that her husky voice was
