“Turn it up.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Will there be anything else Your Highness?” Cici asked, bowing beside the big screen TV his mom had ordered hung in his room while he was in the hospital.
Brayton threw a pillow. Cici easily dodged it. Two weeks of taking it easy and he was already losing his skills.
“Why are we watching this again?” Malcolm asked, tilting precariously back in his chair and tossing pieces of Brayton’s chocolate drizzled caramel popcorn into his mouth.
“Because Nathan and Walter are making a presentation, doofus,” Cici said, plopping down on the side of the bed. “It’s not everyday people our age are allowed to appear in front of the council.”
“Over-achievers.” The next piece of popcorn flew over Malcolm’s head and bounced off the wall and into his hair.
“Stop it, Malcolm. If you make a mess Mom’s going to blame me.”
“No she won’t,” Cici said. “She’d never blame her precious, blind Brayton.”
“I’m not blind.”
Excerpt from Fugitive, Curse of the Hybrids Book 5
