Athaliah Kensington's Pov.

Well, when I said can my life get any worse, I came to know that it can.   

I was still sitting in the police station but now I have the company of two more people. The ones whom the officers call my brothers. This is worse. 

I am looking into their eyes without any emotions. My eldest brother, Aldric Kensington, was discussing my adoption with Officer Frostborn. When I was young, people used to say that I look like Aldric so much that if it was not for the age difference, we could have been called twins.  

He did not look at me since our eyes made the first contact in nine years when he entered this police station. Our eyes are of the same colour as our mother’s, the only difference is that his eyes are the lightest shade of purple whereas mine are the deepest shade of purple with a mix of indigo. Right now, I am wearing black contact lenses which hide my velvety shaded eyes.  

My second eldest brother, Ezekiel Kensington, was watching-no-observing me. His eyes were all on my actions. His pupils went from the handcuffs on my hands to the emotionless look on my face. 

I was still handcuffed even after the arrival of my blood relatives which means, and I count 3 hours 36 minutes and 57 seconds being handcuffed since these officers brought me here. I have become prone to count time. Old habits die hard. It was one of my ways to escape tough situations when I was all by myself.  

I would have been out of these handcuffs when the officers told me my brothers would be coming here, only if I hadn’t tried to escape as soon as my hands were free. So, they had to handcuff me back. 

My eldest brother now was done signing my adoption papers and looked my way. His eyes went on my handcuffs, and it was the first time I was unable to comprehend the look in anyone’s eyes.  

“I suggest you remove the handcuffs off of my sister now.” He spoke, looking into the eyes of Officer Frostborn, his tone loud and clear, and let me tell you he was not suggesting.  

Officer Grimestone immediately came forward and removed my handcuffs.  

Goodness gracious, my wrists were finally free now and were red due to the restraints put on them. Both the brothers stood up to leave and looked at my way, inviting me to do the same. I stood up and left without giving any glance to anyone present in the room.  

Once we were out, I stopped and turned to face my blood relatives and said, “Okay, now that I am out you don’t need to act anymore. I am not going to say that I appreciate that you came to get me out of this police station because I am really not thankful. Now, you guys can go back to your house and pretend that this never happened. I will go to my house and will make sure that we will not cross each other’s path, even by accident.”  

I was about to turn back when Ezekiel held my elbow, stopping me on my track. I immediately snatched my hand back glaring at him and said, 

“Do not ever touch me again.” His eyes showed an emotion of hurt that I am sure I read incorrectly because one thing that Kensington brothers are incapable of was getting hurt by any outsider. And that was what I was. An outsider.  

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere Aldric took it upon himself to say whatever his brother was about to. 

“You are going with us.” He spoke. 

One thing about Aldric Kensington was that once he has made his mind, there is nothing in this world that can change his decision. This is the very quality of his that made my life a living nightmare, and this is exactly why I hate him more than any of my brothers. 

“Let’s go Athaliah,” Ezekiel said this time.  

That name. No one has called me by that name in six years. “My name is Zahra,” I corrected and continued, “And I am not going with you.”