~ANGEL~
Pitch-black darkness.
My lips curved on their own. The amusing smirk on Elena’s face lived rent-free in my head as I stepped into my large living space. My eyes flicker as I sense the presence of a secondary existence.
I clapped twice, wincing slightly as the bright light illuminated my dark room.
“You almost had me fooled there, brother,” Salvatore said from behind.
Raising a brow, I turned to see him sitting by my patio with a wide grin on his face. My favorite bottle of whiskey was uncorked and he drank directly from it.
I wasn't at all surprised that he had invaded my space once again. I half expected to meet him there. Sneaking into each other’s room was a bad habit we had developed as kids, and it seemed we would not be outgrowing it anytime soon.
I feigned ignorance
