King Lovett’s POV
I didn’t know how to describe the storm raging inside me. It was a twisted mix of rage, disbelief, and something dangerously close to fear. The revelation that another Foster was still out there—one connected to the divine family of the Magic Land—felt like a slap to the face.
I thought I got rid of all of them.
How could there possibly be another one? Another Foster walking freely under my reign?
'This isn’t good at all, Lovett,'
Timo, my lion, growled from the depths of my mind.
'If this is true, let’s hope it’s just a misunderstanding.'
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to breathe evenly. My anger was boiling close to the surface, and I knew that if I didn’t calm down soon, my daughter might faint. Sweat had begun to bead along Patricia’s forehead after I ment
