Allison's POV.
"James?" I looked at him in displeasure. The James I met was always a sweet boy. What made him like this?
Then Ethan entered, followed by Elijah and the rest. He didn't even glance at him, just went upstairs to his chambers. Elijah looked at James tiredly and chuckled. "You're alive, dude."
James glanced at him. "Birds of the same feathers."
Thomas came in and nodded at us. "I'm going to my place now, I think I've stayed enough." Then he glanced at Emma. "You can stay as long as you like."
I understood Thomas, he's a king and has his own responsibilities. But why wasn't he nice to James? Even Elijah didn't seem to really care. I looked at the unbothered James and frowned. He was used to it. Now I understood him… he wasn't really close to them.
"What you said isn't possible, James!" King Ambrose snorted.
I stood up. "Excuse me." I headed to our chamber. I could sense James' eyes following me.
