Chapter Twenty Four

He retraced his steps, going down the four flights before he finally opened the front door. He slipped out, relishing the cool night air. “My Prince,” a voice made him jump. 

“Adam, what are you doing?” 

“Gamma Trey asked me to be on guard tonight.” 

Chris growled, the noise rumbling in his chest. “You mean that he asked you to ensure I don’t run off.” 

“Didn’t say that, My Prince.” 

“I’m going to the cells. I’m not leaving packland, I’m not running off, I’m going there then going to bed.” 

“I didn’t ask, My Prince.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Of course, M