Chapter 13

• Chase appeared in the doorway that Mitz kept going in and out of. His hair was mussed like he’d been sleeping. In his hand was a large steaming mug, most likely full of coffee. “You know,” he looked around slowly at the men, “if you were decent brothers, you would let a king sleep occasionally.” He huffed out a breath and walked in, taking the first chair he came to. “My captains seem to be running my half of the realm more than I am since Marcus went rogue and ruined my sleep schedule.”
• Troy rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s been trying for everyone, Chase, but it’s not that early. You’d be up in a few hours.”
• Chase took a sip from his mug and then gave him a half nod. “I had trouble sleeping…” he waved his other hand around, “brain decided analyzing life was more important.” Raising his cup, he paused when he looked at me. Setting it down he sighed. “Now I know I’m exhausted when I don’t even see a lovely woman in the room.” He smiled at me. “Welcome back, duchess.”