Malcolm
“What do you mean you are leaving after the funeral?” Lincoln practically yelled at me. “What about the kingdom?”
“Mom will take care of the kingdom,” I mutter as I am putting on one of my best suits.
“Mom?” Lincoln sputters. “She can barely get dressed.”
Today is my father’s funeral. The finality of his death has started to hit me. I am in my room with Lincoln and Nick, getting dressed. Nick is standing a few feet away and not saying much.
“Mom will be fine,” I tell my younger brother. “I have to go find my mate.”
“That b***h murdered our father!” Lincoln yells.
My fists ball up, and I move to punch Lincoln, but Nick stops me. “Let go of me,” I yell at Nick.
“Calm down,” Nick lets go of me and glares at Lincoln.
Lincoln shrugs, “I am not apologizing for what I said. Ma
