CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREELYLAWe came down the stairs, Achilles’ hand firmly on my waist. Horace’s voice thundered from downstairs. “You will stay here.”“I will not,” I heard Isaiah scream back. “I am not interested in this,father, I do not want a part of what you do.”“What exactly does your uncle do,Achilles?” I whispered.Achilles doesn't respond, instead, we walked into the tense dining hall. “Hi,” I greeted Horace.The older man was stilling down at the end of the table, clutching his seat like he wanted to fling it. “Hi, Lyla,” he gave me a strained smile.X and Emilio were sitting down too. I walked to them, sitting in between the both of them “What’s going on?”“Just Isaiah and his father's usual antics.”Achilles gave his uncle a firm nod.“Lyla,” he cleared his throat, “I have decided to help you.”“Oh really,” I gasped. “That is so nice.”“Yes, yes, you see, I do not like the crow, and no offense, I hate your father.”“None taken,” I beamed. “I kind of feel t
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