Niles's POV
I sat on the couch, looking at the center table, as the guy making my blood boil, walked around the room.
"Sit your ass down now before I throw you out. And trust me, you wouldn't want that," I said, looking up at him.
He smirked, walked away from where he was, and sat opposite me. "How much do you want to be the king?"
I kept staring at him. It took a lot for me to be this calm, especially seeing my brother's ally sitting so calm and asking me stupid questions. "Did... Connor send you here?" I asked, remembering the black stone. He must have sent him here because of that.
He chuckled. "I don't work for your brother."
"Your father does. Isn’t he Connor's right hand?" I asked, but he couldn't say a word. He went quiet, and his emotions were unreadable, but I knew the word
