Zeke said flatly. "The prince of Umbra. Dominique King. He was just experiencing his life without his identity. Experiencing normal life. And you tried to hurt him. You tried to kill him. But you didn't know that, did you?"
Nicolas laughed, loudly and hysterically. His voice echoed through the room. "Dominique? A prince? Haha! That's ridiculous! He's a model! A pretty face! He's nobody! If he's a prince, then I'm the king of City A! This is absurd! You're lying!"
Zeke looked at him with pity. His eyes were cold, distant, like he was looking at a dead man.
Zeke said, his voice flat. "Believe what you want. But you offended many people at once. And now you're paying for it. All of them have resources. All of them have power. And all of them want to see you fall. Every single one of them."
Nicolas's laughter faded. His face went pale. "Many people?"
