Bryce: The Hidden Bond
I sat there with the thoughts of Wanda piercing my brain.
I kept the light off as I looked to gather information and make sense of it. I was once again sitting on the edge of my bed with dusty albums nearby.
How was I going to ask Wanda?
Did she know about this?
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
The sound sliced through the room with knuckle hitting wood. I turned around to see if a voice would follow.
Maybe it was Rose?
I continued to feel sorry for ignoring her, but I needed to keep this close to me until I had answers.
“Who is it?” I called out trying to steady my voice.
“It’s John, Prince Bryce,” said the Butler from behind the door.
“What is it?”
“The Queen is asking whether you’ve eaten or not.”
“Tell her, I’ll be right down,” I said putting sliding the albums undern
