Enrique didn’t slow down until the doors of Elias’s room loomed in front of him. However, he found the interior deserted. Asking around, he found out his dear little brother was in their father’s study for reasons he couldn’t fathom.
The halls blurred past him, stone and torchlight smearing together as his boots struck the floor harder than necessary. His chest felt tight, his pulse still echoing with the image of Gloria curled on cold stone, trying to sound brave when he knew she was anything but.
Endure for now, he’d told her. Now he had to make good on it.
He pushed the doors open without knocking. Elias sat at the long table where their father usually presided, his elbows braced against the polished wood and fingers laced together. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed on a point in
