Denzel’s POV
ONE MONTH LATER
I was seated in my office, sifting through a stack of documents, when Tyrell walked in. He dropped into the chair across from me and released a long sigh. Whatever he’d come to say clearly weighed on him and from experience, I knew that meant trouble.
“Say what you came to say,” I muttered, eyes still scanning the laws spread across my desk. I was searching for a way out any loophole that would free me from the bind Jalisa’s presence had placed me in, and by extension, from King Fabian and his endless demands.
“I don’t know how you’ll take this,” Tyrell began carefully, “but it concerns your fated.”
I stopped reading.
I took a moment to steady myself before looking up.
“What is it about Venessa this time?” I asked.
He sighed again.
“Some of the staff h
