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I shake my head and a tear falls from my eye. “But he can’t. Not now, there is too much going on. It will ruin everything.”

“Reign, if he loves you, he will continue to fight for you.”

“How do you know?” I ask, trying to control my racing heart.

Baba puts a strand of hair behind my ear. “Because men were born to fight for women. And for you and Killian, I have a feeling you both were born to fight for each other.”

Forty-Seven

Killian

My mom appears weakerevery day.

I come inside her room every day to make sure she is doing okay or to see if she needs anything from me. I never hesitate to get her what she needs or wants.

Ever since I’ve come back from the Caribbean my dad has been bitching and complaining to me about everything. He’s made me do some ridiculous tasks that make no sense and I know he’s doing it to frustrate me and push me.

He’s stressing me the fuck out and sometimes I just don’t leave my room all day because of him. I would ask my mom for help, but she has enough going on to deal with without his and mine’s bullshit.

But being with her makes me feel calm and at ease.

Thalia is living her best life with her husband and kid, so she doesn’t give two shits about family drama unless it’s serious.

She’s supposed to join us for the annual gala which is coming up in less than two weeks.

Time has flown by since Reign and I were last together.

I talk to her every single day. She told me she hasn’t been feeling the best and she’s usually in her room sleeping or eating whatever her grandmom makes for her.

Her dad rarely talks about me, she said. The only time he does is when he’s curious if we’ve been talking and she always tells him that we do.

There’s no point in hiding what we feel for each other because everyone already knows.

I just need to make sure my dad doesn’t do stupid shit to Malcom during the gala, and we can settle on an agreement or alliance.

My dad only wants to kill Malcolm because of his brother.

I haven’t talked to my dad regarding Malcom or his hatred for him because it’s none of my business but if it keeps interfering with my relationship with Reign, then we’re gonna have a problem.

“What are you thinking about, my little devil?” I look down at my mom who is smiling at me, weakly.

I have my arm wrapped around her while she lays against my chest, her ear where my heart is so she can hear it.

Her smile isn’t full of life, and she doesn’t have her usual glow like she did before.

Cancer kills her every day, slow but deadly.

We never know how long she’ll be with us for but we’re hoping that the chemo does its fucking job and helps her, somehow, some way.

“I’m fine.”

“You know you still never told me about that girl,” my mom says in a soft voice. I furrow my eyebrows, wondering how the hell she found out about Reign when I haven’t told her shit. Pretty sure my big mouth dad told her. “Don’t act stupid, Killian. Your dad was shitting bricks for the past month. I’ve been waiting for you to come forward, but you never said a thing. Why?”

I shrug. “Because I want to introduce you to her properly. I don’t want you to know about her until I am able to bring her over and show her to you.”

“Who said you can’t?” My mom furrows her eyebrows at me, appearing offended even though I know she isn’t.

“Dad is kind of-”