Killian Draven
I pushed the car to its limit, the engine roaring as we sped through the night toward where Victor said the attack had taken place. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white, and no matter how fast I drove, it didn't feel fast enough.
"Tell me again what the message said exactly," I demanded, glancing at Victor in the passenger seat.
Victor pulled out the hastily written note we'd received. "Royal family under attack. Multiple casualties. King Alaric was severely wounded. Requesting immediate backup."
"Where were they when it happened?"
"About a couple of hours away from the estate, near the border."
Something about that didn't sit right with me, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly. "Any clue who would dare attack Alaric? He has one o
