Ezekiel and Archer decided to give some privacy to Irene and Genevieve while they visited their grandfather. The two of them went back home, deep in thought.
Everything had changed.
Their grandmother, the woman who raised them better than their own parents, held secrets more dangerous than the Crown of Fire. Ezekiel was pissed at everything, not just his grandmother. God, if he could, he'd help Irene destroy the crown himself.
He was sick of the object breaking his family apart.
"Looking sad, brother?" Keith's voice did nothing to make Ezekiel's sour mood better.
"Back off, Keith," Archer warned.
"I will," He casually leaned on the couch, a shit-eating grin on his face that Ezekiel wanted nothing but to slap off for his own amusement.
"I'm having quite the time of my life running the company on your behalf."
There it was. Another thing Ezekiel did not like about the mess he was in.
