Della’s POV
Drake… Of course, how could I forget him. My hands clenched into a fist and my nails dipped in my palms. The mere thought of him reminds me of all the trouble he had caused me before.
He’s the Rogue King, the biggest thorn I had since I took over the Wakeland.
“Altough most of his men were arrested, Drake himself still haven’t been cought,” Albert said while gently sliding his hand onto mind, easing my annoyance as he unclasped my hand.
Massaging the nail marks on my palm, he continued, “He is a very capable and cunning man. And the worse of it all, he’s now freely wandering around the seaside with his last few men.”
I leaned back on Alberts, looking back to all the information Troy sent me before when I asked the security department to look into Drake’s information.
The report said Drake had always been a well-behave and helpful dock worker, so how can an ordinary worker suddenly became the Rogue King? That’s quite a jump.