Kylan
My grip tightened on the wheelchair as I looked back at Violet, who had just gave me the coldest stare in existence. That little puppy had some nerve.
Of all the directions we could’ve gone, we had to pass by her family. Just perfect.
They all had looked down at their feet, clearly making it a point not to look our way. My gaze met Dylan’s for a split second, and he greeted with a nod. I returned the gesture, acknowledging him.
Surprisingly enough, out of all the Bloodroses, even Hastings, he was the only one I could somewhat respect. He had earned that respect.
I didn’t know the other Hastings, but I wasn’t all that interested either. They were nothing, nobodies.
As we passed by, the king glanced back at them, stopping in his steps. Everyone stopped, waiting for the king as he released a low chuckle. Then he continued his pace.
What was so funny?
Did he expect everyone to bow down, kiss the ground he walked on? Probably. He had a way of making everyone feel small with just the
