King
King couldn't believe Teela hung up on him. She didn't even give him a chance to explain after all the trouble he had taken to fashion an amicable reason for the change of heart.
He stared at all the handwritten evidence strewn across his desk. He certainly couldn't tell her about this. Not yet. He was still wrapping his head around it.
After leaving Teela last night, he couldn't relax. Too much had happened in such a short period. All of those kids, those haunting eyes filled with fear and the last fading glimmer of hope. King had seen that look before, had felt it for himself.
King had Min drop him off at the office. Sure, he probably should have stayed with Ben and supported his brother—correction, half-brother—but something niggled in his memory.
He let himself into the executive offices. The deserted office was as desolate as King's heart at the moment.
