Jay
"Are you ready to go?" Kista asked me from the doorway.
It's not like I have much of a choice at this point. Kista has made it very clear he wants me back at the palace. I can't say I don't understand his logic but I don't feel good about going back there. Honestly, if I had my way I would never set foot in the place again. I have a few fond memories there but the bad ones outweigh the good ones.
"Let's go, I want to rest in my bed." I lied.
"I bet. Don't worry, I've made preparations for your recovery. A physical therapist will help you every day. Let's get you in tip-top shape." Kista says as he helps me into the wheelchair.
"Yeah, I can't wait to be back on my feet," I say.
I need my feet to get out of his grasp. I don't know who this person is but he isn't my brother. He is cold and calculating. It's not odd for him to be smart and strategic but the way he looks at me and the way he talks, it's not him. I don't know what it is but I can just feel it.
