Jun 16, 2026 My sister thought my Navy uniform would ruin her royal wedding. So she erased me from the guest list, smiled for the cameras, and pretended I did not exist

lanes. Somewhere water slapped against pilings.

I wore my Navy uniform.

My phone was visible in my hand.

My weapon was not.

“Commander Carter,” Voss called from the shadows. “Where is the boy?”

“Not here.”

He stepped into view.

Lord Gareth Voss was elegant in the way poisonous things can be elegant. Silver hair. Dark coat. Leather gloves. A face made for continue reading …