“Correct. Once the rules are written, they can not be changed, so choose wisely, Regan.” King Regan looks at his father, and his eyes glaze over. My eyes dart to the King, who also has the same faraway expression on his face. And I know somehow they can communicate that way because it’s like their auras merge briefly. King Theron nods once to his son, and Regan turns back to look at Zeke, who he is chest to chest with.
“Move! I will only ask once!” Regan sneers, and Zeke glares at him.
“f*****g p***y!” Zeke growls back, barging past him with his shoulder to stand behind him. Yet it makes me curious as to why they are fighting when they each got to pick two. My stomach sinks when I see Regan read the current rules. His eyes flicker, but he says nothing. Instead, writing on the board and
