Chapter sixty two What could be new beginnings held back by the mysteries of the past
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" Your fate is yet to be decided." He scooted closer to her, sitting right by her right side and ensuring that their thighs are touching before he continued to say. "He says those are my father's words." His tone was annoyed, and he sounded more pissed then dreadful and daunted.
He did not appear to care for the message that his brother had delivered him, but how he had delivered it, and she did not ask any questions.
She continued to stare at him until the silence was broken when a piece of fork fell down. It was a small, tiny, strange looking fork that she had never seen before, and he explained exactly what it's used for. He told her to hold on to it, and that she should put it
