Chapter 16

Callum's POV

I stared at my mother in the eye for a lengthy period. I could smell everything, from the cigarette she had smoked that evening, to the smell of the furniture. I figured it must have something to do with my emotions.

Max slowly started shaking his head as he processed what she said. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he exploded, I was expecting it.

Ryder's eyes were wide open. His eyes flew over the place, darting from me, Max, Mother, and the hall. I could see that he was having a hard time processing what was being said to him. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting it.

I stepped away from her and I laughed. To be sincere, it wasn't an action that was predetermined. But as I continued laughing, I understood why I laughed.

Our mother had never really seen us as her children from the start. We were all tools for her, for passing the bloodline.

Every day in our life during our childhood, she never failed to tell us that we were high-borns and that we w