Kirk's POV
The sun was barely up, a pale light filtering through the trees, when I pulled my beat-up truck into the long, winding driveway of Norman’s mansion.
A few domestic staff were already moving about, hushed and efficient. A stern-faced butler, perfectly uniformed, spotted me immediately. He probably knew who I was, Norman’s wild card brother, the one who caused trouble. He gave me a stiff nod, no warmth in his gaze, just a cold, practiced deference.
"Prince Kirk," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Prince Norman is currently at the office."
"Figures," I muttered, a small, wry smile playing on my lips. "I’m here to see Riley. For her final healing dose. Where is she?"
The butler hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before givi
