Denzel’s POV
“The dispute has been settled,” I said evenly. “Keon needed Venessa to help treat someone. That’s the reason we stayed the night.”
Tyrell nodded, visibly relieved.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, before moving to the couch. His posture told me he wasn’t done talking.
“What’s wrong?” Rayon asked, catching the tension immediately.
Tyrell hesitated, then spoke. “King Fabian sent word. He wants us at the palace immediately. He’s displeased that you chose to dialogue with King Donovan instead of involving him. He feels slighted believes you’re overstepping, even trying to take his position.” He exhaled. “I think it’s best we go, explain ourselves, then regroup. I know you’ve just returned, but the sooner we handle this, the better.”
I shook my head. “We’ll visit him tomorrow. Tod
