Royal was something that normally didn’t get close to me.
She laid her head on the headrest and sighed. “I’m too tired to argue with you, Marco. Please just take me to whatever prison you plan to and leave me alone.”
“Prison?” I scoffed.
“Will I be allowed to leave whenever I want?” she questioned.
“In the house? Yes.”
She laughed flatly. “But I can’t actually leave, Marco. You’ve just given the definition of a prison.”
I looked out the window at the countryside. “I can’t let you go, Royal. You’ll be dead within an hour without me next to you.”
She sighed. “If only you would have cared this much about my brother.”
Another knife of guilt stabbed into me.
I held my tongue. She was hurt. I was to be her punching bag for now.
So be it.
*
Chapter Three
Royal
I was tired.
I just wanted to sleep and stop being hurt and angry.
My eyes were heavy when Apollo turned into an asphalt drive and navigated down a wooded driveway. I didn’t know Rockton at all, and for all I knew, we were anywhere right now.
I should have known when Marco had called it an estate that wherever we were going was going to be impressive.
We rounded a bend in the driveway, and I’m sure my jaw hit the floor.
In front of us, a large—and I mean humungous—log cabin sat in a clearing with tall fences surrounding the perimeter. Apollo pulled up to the gate of the fence and rolled down his window. He waved a badge at the post with a scanner thing on it, and then, the gate slowly opened.
“Princeton and Murphy just touched down, Marco. They should be here within the hour.” Apollo edged through the gate and drove up to looming house.
“I suppose you could call this an estate,” I drawled. I could proba
bly live here and no one would ever be able to find me.
“It’s a home.”
It’s a home. As if this wasn’t impressive or anything.
That just went to show that Marco and I lived very different lives. I had never seen a house this monstrous before, and it was just a home to him.
Apollo pulled to the front door and parked. He stepped out of the car and opened my door.
He held out his hand, and I placed mine in it. “Welcome to Wyndemere Estates, Royal.”
Of course this place had a name.
Marco helped himself out of the car on the other side and moved to the front door.