I pressed the phone closer to my ear, watching Clara tense beside me. Bradley's voice carried a tremor I'd never heard before.
"The head of the Orwell family wants to see you," Bradley continued. "Immediately."
"Your family head?" I kept my tone neutral. "That's interesting timing."
"Master Knight, you don't understand. The situation with the Nash family has escalated beyond control. They're demanding satisfaction for what happened to their heir, and my family..." His voice broke slightly. "My family is caught in the middle."
I walked toward the villa's window, studying the manicured gardens beyond. The Nash family. I'd killed their precious heir, Tyson Tang, for his crimes against Wesley Banks' family. Now the consequences were rippling outward.
"What exactly does your family head want to discuss?"
