Epilogue Two

I stand in our kitchen, dressed in a suit, a cup of coffee in one hand, and papers in the other. I have court this afternoon.

Looking up I see Reign enter, dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else. "Want to tell me why I got a notification that the alarm was turned off at three in the morning?" I ask, setting my cup down on the counter. He smirks, "I think you'd rather me not."--"Whoever she is, she better be gone." I inform. And the look in his green eyes tell me that she is still in the house. "You have ten minutes." I warn.

"He only needs two." Royal--his twin brother--enters the kitchen not looking any better. It's hard to miss the scratches on his bare back and bite marks on his neck. "Your mother will be in the kitchen any minute with your sister, and I'm not going to cover for you two." I shake my head.

They snort, trying to act unfazed. They tower her five-foot four frame standing at six-two, but I've seen her level them with a glare. "Hey, I've only got one girl in my room, dipshit here, has two." Reign points over at Royal. They all go silent when you walk into the kitchen. Ryat sighs,"Boys, your mother---"