Ryan’s pov(The past)
I didn’t have time for this.
Father was sending for him again. It was always the same, Rhys never listened, never obeyed. Rhys Blackwood, my twin.
I stormed into his chamber without knocking. No need for pleasantries, he never cared for them anyway. As expected, he wasn’t alone.
Jazmine.
The one woman who shouldn’t be here.
Rhys sat lazily on the edge of his bed, his arm draped around her as if he had all the time in the world. His dark eyes flickered to me, unimpressed. “Knocking is part of manners, brother,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.
I ignored him. “Father sends for us.”
Rhys smirked but didn’t move. His fingers traced slow patterns on Jazmine’s arm, deliberately testing my patience.
“Now.”
With that, I turned on my heel and left. I didn’t ne
