Devon’s POV
I can’t believe it. Christian is dead. He was the man who stood by father’s side over the years, protecting me when I was growing up, and was the funcle when I wanted to have some fun. Now, here he is, his body lying lifeless, his blood on the floor.
Mack and the guards searched the house again, finding Christian’s guards in the garage, dead. Who did this to him? The only person I can think of is Richard, as he has wanted Rochelle on the throne with me.
“Search his office,” I told Kennedy. “I want any records of communications with anyone involved in the fire.”
“Yes, Lord,” she responded. I walked over to where Laken was standing in front of the massive windows in the family room. She was looking out, watching the snow fall into the valley below. I placed my hands on her
