Prince AJ
“AJ, we need to talk.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes. It’s late, I’m tired, and I just want to sleep. But it seems that my mother has other ideas. She came knocking on my door a couple of minutes ago, and I answered because I knew she wouldn’t leave unless I did.
Now, she’s standing in the living room area of my chambers, unaware that Harlow is asleep in the bedroom. I did offer my mother a seat, but she said she was fine standing.
“About what, Mom?”
“Harlow,” She says. “Where is she, AJ? And don’t say you don’t know because I know you do. You ran off like your ass was on fire. Initially, I thought it was because you were trying not to attack your brother.”
This time, I do roll my eyes. “This has nothing to do with Elijah and what I may or may not do.”
“I know that now,
