King John
“Where is she?!” I roared, making my way out to my truck. I wanted Iyelda’s head on a spike.
“The thing is being closely monitored by Quincy and Christophe.” Rico was trying his best to convince me to remain calm.
“King, we cannot throw away weeks of strategic planning. Iyelda will be dealt with when the time comes. Right now, we have to remain level-headed. I promise we will find Queen Bree.”
My mother came to stand in front of me.
“My dear son, now is not the time to lose your cool. Your Queen needs you to be at your best. Why don’t we go back inside? I’ll make you some tea.”
I couldn’t fathom drinking tea while my mate was Goddess knows where. An incoming phone call caught my attention. It was Yvonne. I answered immediately.
“King John, Bree is here with us. She ca
