Chapter 43. You Are Never Going to Win

Desmond’s POV

After we hang up the video conference with the Region Alpha, his family and the Council, I stare ahead for a few seconds. Cleo has to shake me before I register that she is talking to me.

“Babe, breathe, please!” She says, watching me with concern swirling in her eyes.

“They gave us permission. Me. They gave me… Holy fuck.” The others chuckle. I stand, going to the closet and changing clothes. There is no time as the present. I am not going to waste the day by fretting or thinking. Julian made his own bed, and now he has to lie in it!

‘Mom, dad. I need to speak to you. Come to my room, please.’ It’s time to bring my parents fully up to speed as well. I reenter the bedroom, starting to stretch, asking Oliver to find out where my cousin is right now, and get him to the training grounds. He salutes, walking out just as my parents arrive. Klaus is quick to remove himself from Amelia, and stand to the side. The picture of a brooding man. Cleo