Chapter Sixty-Eight: Malcolm Prepares For War.

MALCOLM'S POV

I woke up as sore as hell, I could not even move my hands. I returned to lying on the bed.

“What the hell did I do last night?”

I tried to remember but my memory was hazy. In my confusion, someone opened my door and walked in. He chuckled immediately after he saw me...

“You look damn fine today.”

I scoffed at the mockery in his voice.

“It still doesn't make me as hideous as Nathaniel.” I laughed my ass off for a while but he didn't join me. No biggie, Nobody ever gets me anyway.

He came close to me and helped me stretch my arms and legs and I could finally get out of bed.

“Thank you, Tristan, I needed that.”. I thanked him. Continuing the stretch myself.

“Remind me again what I did yesterday because I cannot remember,” I said to him, already used to his silence around me.

He raised his eyebrows and then started laughing.

“You are a madman, Malcolm. You are sick in the head. Yesterday, you raised a group of revolvers that went rogue, men, women, and children.