Titus’ POV
I left the cell, more disorientated than I had felt in a long time. Lucas and I had been talking as though we had been friends for years. I don’t know what happened. At first, we were sizing one another up. All we needed to do was pull our d***s out and measure them. Something changed when he easily hoisted me up off the ground with a flick of his wrist and told me we could ask each other questions.
He won’t help me, now he knows who banished me here. He looked at me as though I was crazy for even asking. I know the power I feel. He is stronger than even he realizes, but he won’t be able to do it alone. He needs his sister and cousin.
“You wanted to see us, father?” Ezekial and Julius walked into my throne room. This is the room I make decisions about whether someone lives or
