“You shouldn’t be playing games with my uncle,” Raja growled.
“You shouldn’t be in the country, much less the palace, with the man who would get off while killing you,” she retorted as she grabbed a pair of black cargo trousers and a matching long-sleeved shirt.
A snort from the corner drew her attention. She scowled when she noticed the movement of a foot in the shadows.
“What is it about everyone congregating in my room? Aren’t you supposed to be protecting my band?”
Raja matched her scowl when he realized that Midnight was in the room with them. The way she could blend in with the dark was seriously spooky.
“I found Coldhouse. There was no way to kill him without raising a shitstorm. Plus, I figured you might want to do the honors. By the way, the guy has some serious issues—he was
