The training grounds were empty when Cahir arrived. He'd ordered them cleared for privacy. No witnesses. No one to see what he was about to do to his dear brother.
Xandar was already there, stripped to the waist, stretching. He looked calm, composed. Ready for a friendly sparring match between brothers.
Cahir wanted to shred that composure.
"Brother," Xandar greeted him. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
"Wouldn't miss it." Cahir pulled off his shirt, exposing the scarred muscles beneath. "Been too long since we did this."
"Indeed." Xandar shifted into a fighting stance. "Shall we begin?"
They circled each other. To any observer, it would look like a normal training session. Two warriors testing each other's skills.
But the tension between them seethed with violence.
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