"Four days? And you fucking kept it from me? What the fuck, brother? Come with me, and we are leaving," Carl said as Angelo just stared at him.
Was he stupid or what?
They couldn't leave.
The ceremony had just started.
Everyone would know if the two of them left. They would feel it. They would know. But none of that mattered to Carl. What he needed was to see his brother; okay, they had gone through so much to lose it this way.
This was not how their story ended.
This is not how everything came to a stop.
Not like this.
Not three days to their birthday.
Surely the goddess couldn't be that cruel, right?
"We can't. The ceremony is only for ten days. I promise I can hold on. I'll take care of myself better. I will be good, and I'll follow every instruction you give me, oh your royal highness. Now stop worrying; I'll be okay, brother.
