ZEDKIEL.
I frown, watching Dad sharply. What scriptures? What the hell is this? The whispers that run through the crowd are growing. The confusion and unrest, irritating me.
‘Will you still not talk to me?’ I ask my Lycan. I don’t think I’ve tried as hard before, as I have for the last few days to talk to him, but he hasn’t spoken since agreeing for me to f**k Evangeline. I need him to realise that we are f*****g one. I need him to back me up.
Silence.
‘If this all points to me becoming king, then don’t you have any input? Should I aim for the throne? Since you don’t even have faith in me as it is? What do you want me to do?’
Nothing.
‘I need you, please… I have never begged anyone in my life, and I am now. I’m setting my pride aside and asking you for something. Give me anything.'
