CHAPTER 184

“Adrian? Is he ok? What did the king do to him?” Question after question tumbled out of my mouth as my panic increased. I was supposed to have come “He’s just bedridden currently. Something to do with silver. A lycans only weakness I suppose.” I caused that. He got punished because of me, because he got me out.

“Lycans, have many weaknesses. You just have to be perceptive enough to figure out what they are.” I nonchalantly began to open the little envelope and proceeded to pull out a folded piece of paper. On the from in big bubble letters was the number 18, along with drawings of balloons and a cake with candles in it. Freddie remembered.

“It’s your birthday?” John spoke while looking at the paper in my now tight grip. I smiled slightly and shook my head in surprise at my brothers actions.

“Not yet.” It was in two days, not that I actua nted people to know. I had been paraded around and showed off enough to last me a lifetime, the last thing I needed was to be the center of attention yet again.

“Well, whenever it is, happy birthday, 18 is a big deal.” Was it? It didn’t feel like it was, I mean sure, I would technically be considered an adult, and typica then I would have been able to become Freddie’s legal guardian, but none of that mattered now. I couldn’t even speak to him without putting his life in da “It’s just another day.” I shrugged and pocketed his homemade birthday card, my mind wondering to the still unopened letter my mom wrote to me. I real guilty.

I knew Freddie’s was just a picture, but my mothers, well that’s a letter, and there was just no going back once I read it. I would loose myself completely if she told me how disappointed she was. I’d be Even worse if I read it and it told me she was proud of me, I hadn’t done anythin “At least you’re here for it and not with the king. I can only imagine the things you must have seen in the time you were with him.” I had seen and witnessed enough horror to last me five lifetim “You couldn’t possibly imagine the things I have witnessed. Not one person who is a genuinely decent human being would ever have an imagination that “If you ever want to talk then…” urgh, that speech again. So what if I’d been through a lot. The worst thing anyone could ever say to me now was they we “Noted!” My sarcastic reply left the lock smiths son lost for words. So I quickly began to change the subject. “Hey, we’ve got to start monitoring the intake of alcohol requests. From n appears more than twice in one month they don’t receive any. Do you understand?”

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