A Choice Between Brothers
Julian couldn't help laughing—sharp, bitter, disbelieving—as Evan's killing intent locked onto him like a blade at his throat.
(Damn it, you useless piece of trash, what does this have to do with me!)
(You had your chance and blew it. How can you blame me?)
(I don't even want to show off! I just want to be a quiet, handsome guy!)
The sound faded fast. Midway it cracked, slipping into a hush that felt sharp.
Out came Julian's breath, a slow leak, maybe hinting at boredom. Just barely.
Light caught his gold-colored eyes, narrowing slightly like something shifted beneath the surface. Yet everything else about him stayed open - the set of his shoulders, the way he stood, the slow angle of his chin. Unbothered, almost too much so.
Too careless.
A shelter stood firm, so he stayed beneath it. Lightning split the sky - his eyes fixed on what rain could reach. Trust sat heavy in his chest, even as wind shook the beams overhead.
