Chapter 4Remus
He’d been watching Murphy White sleep for close to an hour. Sometimes his body relaxed in peaceful slumber, but then he’d draw tight as a bowstring, whimper loudly before shaking all over. Those were the times Remus knew Murphy was dreaming of Romulus’ crimes.
Not for the first time since Romulus’ arrest, Remus wished he could draw all the pain and agony from his brother’s victims. Every person who’d been touched in some way by his brother’s murder spree had been left changed, a bit broken.
Remus wondered if anybody had ever died from guilt. Sometimes, when he recalled the damage Romulus had inflicted on so many and his chest tightened to the point of pain, he thought he might. He should have stopped Romulus sooner. God knows he had the skill and the mindset. If he hadn’t
