~Rylan's pov~
I needed to get away from Malek, to just clear my head. I sat by the molten rock statue of my mother's body. As she kneeled, hands clasped, and head missing. That part of her is the only thing that is buried.
My eyes locked on to the statue, well this is her real body they somehow formed this. It was boiling hot the first time I had seen it. Three weeks after she was killed. I remember crying my eyes out.
I used to be such an emotional wreck. But slowly as life started to teach me a lesson, I learned that I needed to be strong for my family. For my brothers.
Malek's words shouldn't hurt me, I have a reputation of being this strong and powerful man. Untouchable in so many ways.
But this feeling…. It cuts deep. This is my own brother. He isn't someone assigned to me by
