Chapter 47

RYKER

"What's your problem, Ry? It's so early in the morning. What do you want to talk about?" Samuel asked, rubbing his eyes as he trudged into the room where kept Draven's unconscious body.

He was still dressed in his pajamas, and clearly didn't appreciate being woken up, but I had to make some things clear.

Starting with our uncles being alive.

"What happened to the Brothers of Doom?" I asked, and the change in Samuel was abrupt.

His stance straightened while his eyes glared daggers at me. "What the fuck is wrong with you? What lies did Ishmael fill your head with?"

"That's funny seeing as Ishmael wasn't conscious when Benjamin and I got there." I walked over to Draven. He was strapped to a bed pushed against the wall, and above his bed hung Eris's bloodstones.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I never saw their bodies. Raises some questions in the air, don't you think?"

"Do you think I'd lie about their deaths? For fuck's sake, what type of fucked up person do you think I am?