“Half brother,” Wolfe clarified. “They’re all my half brothers.”
Well, that might explain why Wolfe was a giant compared to them. Cillian and Nevan were both tall, but Wolfe towered over everyone.
“Wait a minute.” Cillian had said his last name was Wolfgang. “So your name is Wolfe Wolfgang?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Wolfe is a nickname that’s just stuck over the years. My first name is Rafe.”
I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he cut me off.
“And no, you’re not allowed to call me that.”
Rafe “Wolfe” Wolfgang.
I couldn’t believe I’d spent days traveling with Cillian and Wolfe and neither had mentioned they were brothers. My head was spinning with this information as the doors flung open, those stone gargoyles holding them, and I had to shield my eyes from the sun as I trailed after him.
“You’re holding the door too wide,” the gargoyle on the left barked.
“Maybe you’re holding the door wrong. Did you ever think I’m holding it correctly and you’re the screw-up?” the other gargoyle shouted.
“Oh please. I am definitely not the screw-up of the two of us.”
“Enough!” Wolfe shouted over his shoulder as the gargoyles closed the doors.
“What’s his problem?” one of them muttered from behind us.
“No clue. He’s such a grump.”
I hid my laughter behind my hand. “Do they always fight like that?”
“Yes,” Wolfe said. “Sometimes their fighting can be heard late into the night, keeping residents awake.”
We walked down the stairs and through the big iron gates into the town, silence settling over us as I pondered our conversation. “Wait a minute,” I said after a while. “You said three brothers, but you only mentioned Nevan and Cillian. What about the third brother?” I asked.
He looked over his shoulder. “You promised you wouldn’t talk if I took you to the prince.”
I scoffed. Ass. “No, I said if you didn’t take me to him, I’d talk all day.”
He grunted in response.
I skipped ahead. “Is this your way of telling me you’re done conversing? Are you at your limit today, sunshine?”
He rolled his eyes, but there went those lips again, the slightest twitch to them. “Do you want to find the prince or not?”
“I do!” I said.
“Then I suggest you be quiet and let me do my job.”
“If you say so . . . sunshine.”
His jaw locked, filling me with way too much satisfaction. Maybe this walk to find the prince wouldn’t be so bad after all.
CHAPTER 9
Wolfe
Normally, I didn’t bother myself with my brother’s affairs, but in this case, as Niamh currently chattered away while we walked through town, those affairs directly affected me. It had been unlucky the castle had shoved Niamh and me into the same room, but I was not about to endure this woman all day because Cillian hadn’t thought it important enough to tell her the details of her becoming queen.
We walked down the cobblestone road that wound around the castle, and so far, Niamh had insisted on stopping at every single fucking shop. I could hear Cillian’s voice in my head:She’s been trapped in a tower for three years. Let her live a bit.
