18-Lights, Action

~Daphne’s Point of View~

“Don’t feel bad for us,” Christian whispered, as he stared at me.

“His own father… What a bastard,” I said, so annoyed.

I knew Liam the least of the triplets yet whether I was with Vance or Christian he seemed to be in my head and in the conversation. Always front and center.

“Liam was the first born. That means something to some. Meaning Apollo. It doesn’t mean anything between the three of us and really, Liam doesn’t want it. Only for the purposes of getting our fathers out of power,” he explained.

“Be easier to have him whacked,” I said, making a face.

He raised his eyebrow.

“Sorry. Sometimes I’m too much of a New Yorker,” I said, nodding.

“I don’t know what that means,” he said, confused.

I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder and he pulled me close. They’re never gonna know my world, and that’s kind of depressing. Pretty depressing. I can’t allow myself to think it isn’t my world anymore. Maybe not in the immediate future but I will go back