"Exotic vegetables from the East?" Aldrin repeats, his oceans sporting deep ripples as he looks at Jecken. The butler nods. "I remember helping the farmers out in their fields but don't recall asking and getting anything out of it."
"But the person who delivered the vegetables informed us otherwise, my lord."
"And you easily believed them?" Atlas snaps again, forcing Aldrin to tug him back. "Look at Amara!" He points at the sleeping child on her bed, and fumes, "Look at what you did to her! All of you are f*****g useless! Get the hell out of my sight! f**k!"
Aldrin nods, and the servants walk out of Amara's chamber, all with their ears and heads slumped. The Sinclair's first born clutches Atlas's shoulders for the man to face him. Yet his brother was grasping his head, pulling his air i
