Alba felt a chill running down his spine, and his legs were shaking as he stared into Saul's determined glare.

He turned toward his daughter Megan and saw that she had miraculously regained consciousness.

"Dad... Help me... Please..."

All she could do was sob, unable to move.

Her hoarse pleas were like sledgehammers, bludgeoning Alba on the chest.

"Let me go!" he snapped right then, having made up his mind.

What was his dignity worth when it came to saving his daughter?

his knees. He would not care about anything else for the sake

wife, Isla Wells, had no idea why Saul was stopping Alba from getting help. Megan

glowered as he barked, "You're

was planning, when

had clearly intended to contact Frank and

would be thoroughly humiliated for

would

did not matter if Frank was actually scheming to become the governor. Governor Quill would note Frank's achievement if he saved Megan, and Saul's birthright to that position would be stolen by some

putting his foot down-he would not allow Alba to go to Frank! He could ask anyone

wanted. "Now isn't the time to worry about succession! Megan... my daughter! Your niece! She's

flicker of guilt on Saul's

chin impassively. "There's honor in Megan's sacrifice. As her uncle, I will remember everything

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