Both Reyland and Dorien knew full well how Reyland felt about using the blood of others.
The question was completely illogical.
Dorien, however, was not relenting.
“How am I supposed to know? You’ve been lying for so long, how am I supposed to know what you’ve been doing?” he screamed, stepping forward, getting in Reyland’s face.
“Are you crazy, Dorien? Have you actually lost your mind? I’ve never met Marian before! I’ve never –” Reyland yelled back, his palms open before his brother.
“Lies! All lies! You’ve met her before!” Dorien shouted, swinging his arm wildly, swiping away his brother’s hands, without touching them as Reyland pulled his hands back immediately.
“Dorien!” Reyland almost shrieked, running a hand through his fuller, longer head of hair, and then holding onto his hai
