Sylas’ POV:
“Little brother,”
The words didn’t just land, they lingered. Even whole seconds after he had said it. Once upon a time, I had always smiled whenever I heard those words.
Now, a shiver ran down my spine and my frown deepened.
For a moment, I said absolutely nothing. Not because I didn’t have a response, I had several, but because no response I could give would conceal the hurt I felt deep within me.
“Cassian,” It was only after I made sure my voice was measured and calm, that I spoke up.
“Still calm,” my elder brother mused, anger and rage clear in his tone, “Are you still pretending like you are not uncomfortable, little bro?”
I leaned back slightly in my seat and stared out through the window at the city, my city, blurred fast past the windows.
“I don’t pretend,”
Sile
