RED POV
"He... he isn't your son?" I stammered, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Carlton stood on the grand stone steps of the mansion, the heavy oak front doors gaping open behind him like the jaws of a predator. He turned his head slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto mine through the darkness of the yard.
The cold night air whipped around his towering, broad shouldered frame, but he didn't look bothered. He looked like a king listening to a peasant ask a stupid question.
"Calvin is an adopted rogue," Carlton stated coldly, his deep voice carrying a rough, gravelly vibration that made my skin prickle with shivers.
"He carries the blood of a fractured Silver pack, not the Arcade. He was never going to inherit my crown, and he was never going to be the A
