Amanda’s pov.
The moment we return to the palace I’m met with the grim faces of Connor, Alexander and Marcus standing by the door. Ivy is with them and she looks about as happy as they do, Kieran’s eyes flicker to his brother, but he doesn’t ask any questions like he’s truly disinterested in whatever affair has them all troubled like this.
“What’s going on?” I ask, when none of them are able to say anything. I can faintly pick up on the smell of blood on them and with the current state of things that’s certainly not a good sign. “What happened?”
It’s Ivy that finally answers me. “Asher… The King,” she seems to correct herself as though something has happened to warrant her being unable to call him by his name now. “He killed Dennis, he ripped his head clean off him.”
My blood chills in
