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"Ugh! My body hurts so bad," Kaye uttered, his weight on me as his legs could barely hold him up.
"It’s alright. I’ll get you some food. You’ve been out the whole night?" I couldn’t believe it. My brother had been in so much pain, and I was enjoying my life like everything was fine.
"Yeah, pretty much," he replied, steadily taking control of his body.
"I’m fine, my muscles were strained from being in transition state for too long," he cleared his throat, straightened his back, and then stretched his muscles to feel better.
"Where is everyone else, and why was Helanie outside so early this morning?" Now that he was slowly getting back to normal, he asked, pointing back at the door.
"Yeah, she was headed for a walk," I replied, still not sure how I could ever be okay with seeing my brother in so much agony after a terrible night of transition.
"Do you think she’ll be fine by herself? The rogue community is filled with dangers," he uttered, showing concern for Helanie.
It was strange how we had all been so angry at her arrival, and now we were always worried for her safety.
"She’ll stick to the track," I reassured him. Helanie was not a dumb little girl. She knew the dangers and would be careful.
"We would like an early breakfast," I called out to the head maid, who quickly got the servers under her to work.
"You know, it’s fine," Kaye waved his hand, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to go to his room for rest without eating anything.
"I’m starving too. So why not have breakfast? We haven’t had a family meeting in two weeks," I reminded him with a forced smile, still feeling guilty in my heart.
We both sat down after Kaye washed his face and hands to have breakfast before he went to rest. I could tell he’d had a bad night. It should have ended after two hours, but I couldn’t tell what had made him stay out the whole night.
"Ughhh!" he stretched in his seat, not even complaining.
"I’m sorry—" before I could finish, Kaye swiftly straightened his posture and shot me a warning stare.
"Don’t ever be apologetic. I don’t find trouble in it, and no one should," he warned me. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so positive about it. But that’s why I loved my brother so much.
However, there was someone who didn’t care as much as we brothers did for each other.
"Ahhhh, morning," Emmet arrived, looking drunk as hell.
Now, he was someone who didn’t give a damn about any of us. We brothers might be dying, and Emmet would choose to drink himself to waste. Just like last night.
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