Page 66 of Seeded By Two

Was this how he would normally resolve his problems?

Was this the DNA he had inherited?

If it was, it was the most annoying, frustrating treatment I had ever received at his hands.

I yelled at the top of my voice, letting out a deep throaty roar.

This fool really isn’t going to get out of the way!

Then I’ll find another way out, damn it!

I had no chance of beating him, so I ran towards the balcony, peered over the side, and immediately felt a flush of vertigo.

My head spun and I stepped back, taking a moment to calm myself.

I had always had a problem with heights — something Feon (irritatingly, again) never suffered with over the years.

I checked the balcony on the other side but it was too far away.

Even if I could have leapt the distance, my legs would have locked up with fear and I would fall to a grisly death far below.

When I peered at the balcony below, the wind suddenly picked up, flapping the hood of my cloak, almost tearing it from my shoulders.

I turned back to the suite where Feon remained staring into space as if he had no problems or concerns at all.

Disparaged, I fell onto the corner of the bed and buried my face in my hands.

“Doesn’t any of this mean anything to you?” I asked softly.

When exasperation was your only means of coping left remaining to you, and your anger had flooded from your system, you were left with a meek and sorrowful voice.

“She means everything to me,” he said.

“Then what about me? Do I still mean anything to you?”

Feon’s eyes rose to mine before he pulled them away again.

He rubbed at the skin of his arm, in deep thought.

It was the first time he had appeared uncomfortable since we had returned to the suite.

I realized that perhaps this was the way forward, that this was how I could get him to move and let me through so we could go find Beth.

“Of course you do,” he said. “You are my Prince. We were raised together, more like brothers than friends.”

“Then why won’t you listen to me? Why won’t you let me go look for her? You can stay here if you want. I’ll look for her myself. Then you can stay here. When I find her and she gets angry at me, but not at you, you can be in her good books. That’s what you want to be, right? In her good books?”

It was a simple ploy but I wasn’t sure if it would really work.

“I am aware of your… limitations,” he said carefully. “Your inability to control your temper. I don’t think you’ll lose it with Beth but you would at the situation. You would make her feel bad and that would reflect badly on me. Plus, there’s always the risk you might pretend to be me, which you would do if confronting her goes badly.”

“I wouldn’t…” I began before catching the flat look on his face.

The truth was, I already had — many times over the years.

When I was going to get in trouble, I would sometimes pretend to be Feon…

“And we look similar,” he said.

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