"I told you; I thought you were dead." He drawls out with a shrug, wincing when he moves his shoulder the wrong way.
"You're lying." Sky shouts, stepping closer to Juden. Placing my hand out in front of him, I prevent Sky from landing a punch to Juden's smug smile and send a warning look to my friend. If anyone hates Juden more than me, it's Sky.
"How would you know?" Juden tries to edge him on, to goad Sky into punching him like I so want to.
"Because with out the body of any last living member of the Royal Family, the Regent can't become King or Queen until twenty years have passed." I answer instead, watching the muscle in Juden's jaw tighten. I had him.
"Now tell me the truth." Leaning forward in my chair, I stare into Juden's eyes and allow my hatred to show. How I wish
