Colt woke up the next day, lying on the bed and whimpering at the soreness. On the floor was a tray of food and a book; he knew Dragon had left the book. It was the third time he’d done that. Colt welcomed the book to read about love, romance, and hope. Things that weren’t his daily life, the torture, and disgust that Kyng has made of him. He stared at the picture of his son, the eight-pound bundle of joy only one week away from Kyng’s demanded date to conceive again.
“Oh, I see you’ve got another book; I wonder where that came from.” Kyng snapped, walking into the room before Colt could hide the book; Dragon stood on his left side, staring at the walls, and Rico was on his right side, looking at the ground. Something was off with them lately and Colt could figure it out. Why would he th
