He knew that was exactly what could happen, and if it would give him the information he needed to help the other Kings to discover who was after them, then Kiril would readily surrender himself to the Dark right at that moment.
There was a knock behind him as a male voice with a thick Irish accent said, “Mr. Kiril. Where would you like me to put your luggage?”
And so the deception began. Kiril pocketed his phone and put a smile on his face as he walked back to the front door. “The master bedroom, of course.�