CHAPTER 39

“Get up,” Russel commanded. His brothers grudgingly got back to their feet. Each one stared at him with so much intense hatred that Lola could almost feel it. It was like heat wafting outward from a fire. She stood next to the throne, not saying a word and still trying to recover from the emotional train wreck she’d just been through. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his father savagely beating Russel. She could see the swollen, caved-in mess of his face. The opened slashes to most of his body. Even now, he was still far from okay. The damage inflicted on him was healing but it was a sluggish and torturously slow process. “What is your will, My King,” Roland said through tightly gritted teeth. His body was practically shaking with rage and there were definite notes of bitterness to his voice. “Reid,” Russel said. “Yes, My King,” Reid said. He looked angry as well but not nearly as enraged as Roland. Already his body went into a more relaxed state. He was smart enough t