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“The hell you don’t!”
“Candra, stop it! He’s just a child.”
Kane was right. The way I was now, just the slightest irk that didn’t sit right with me ignited such a fury that was hard to simmer. I looked at my brother who still, even now, was being audaciously still. What was going on with him? Where was this child who called out to me in my dreams, who cringed at danger … where did he go? I let him down, regretfully, but it was either that or he’d be gone.
“Adrian come here…” Kane spoke in an odd, yet gentle tone.
The boy did as he was told, and stopped a few steps away from Kane. He still had that look about him, the one I really didn’t care for, and I wanted nothing more than to slap it off his face. I don’t think I should have children.
“Why do you speak so ill of someone who ga
