TWO AGAINST THE ONE ROTTEN EGG

SENECA VEYLOR'S POV

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT!”

Past midnight, the door to the throne room slammed open so hard that dust rained from the ceiling.

Just about time. I'd been waiting.

My brother, Orion, strode in panting, jersey still on.

His feet were bare and dusty, a tell-tale sign of how he must ha...

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