Alexander
Cree pulled away from me and left the kitchen. I tried not to be visibly upset, but she had been distant lately and refused to talk about it.
“What was that about?” King John raised an eyebrow.
“Beats me.”
Since I had promised the kids that lunch was almost ready, I finished up what Cree had started and served them.
“Did you do something wrong?”
I shrugged. “She’s been this way since …”
I didn’t want to admit that I had a feeling she may feel some jealousy toward my son. I tried to reassure her that neither one of them was more important than the other.
King John nodded in understanding.
A short while later, Ibrahim walked in, his eyes landing on Jaime.
“She’s beautiful.”
Jaime looked up at him and gave him a toothy grin.
Lauryn stood to the side watching their
