~ Grayson.
She hissed. “Still so rotten. You were born with power, boy. Not perfume.”
My God.
I didn’t want to come here. I wish I had just stayed at home with Braila instead. Pretending to be ill or dead would have resolved this calamity of a meeting. Honestly, I don’t know why the f**k I’m here.
“Don’t be too excited because you carry the name of a Kandarian?!”
Who says that anyone is f*****g thrilled to carry the name Kandarian? The misery and depression that comes with it are disheartening. That’s why everyone is a psycho in the head and isn’t normal. We don’t think like regular people do. The “Kandarian” name is a powerful tool. And anyone who is a Kandarian should pray to the stars to not end up in hell.
My father growled. “Mother, enough—”
“Don’t growl at me.” She hissed a
