Elvis dashed out of the Gabriel estate under the stunned stares of the imperial guards, sprinting as if a thousand-strong army were hot on his heels.
"Your Highness, what happened? Did His Majesty strike you?" Lorcan, the guard captain, hurried over and asked.
"Talk about ingratitude! Uncle Derek—I just cured him and he already wants to thrash me. This place is hostile territory—retreat!" With that, Elvis vaulted onto his horse and galloped toward the palace.
"Oh, by the way, Lorcan—did you feed the wolves today?"
"Huh?" A tidal wave of curses flooded Lorcan's mind. So after clawing my way up to become an imperial guard, I'm reduced to a glorified zookeeper?
"This subordinate will attend to it at once!"
Back at the Gabriel residence, Denny eyed Derek with a scheming grin.
"Derek, ol
