OUR property, brother.

Octavius

Ocean's laughter echoes off the walls of the dining room until she notices the look on Kieran's face. His face doesn't change, except for that barely noticeable moment when he registers how much he's said. I keep glancing back and forth between them, trying to understand if he's joking or not.

"How..." Ocean whispers as her hand meets mine. She holds onto my hand as if her life depended on our closeness. Not that I'm complaining about her need for physical contact, but I wish that need would occur under different circumstances. 

I watch as Kieran stands up and shrugs. To be honest, he doesn't seem to care much about explaining himself. Still, out of what I assume is a tiny spark of respect, he tries to speak up. "Well, since I'm the..." His efforts aren't well-r