~Grace~
His brow furrows, pulling the scar above his eye taut. It cuts through and disfigures the eyebrow, leaving a thin, hairless line. It shouldn't make him more attractive, but it does. Then there's a familiarity in his scent.
"Sucre?" I swallow. His eyes are dark green, like a forest after dark, as they sear into me.
"Do not fucking call me that. I'm nothing like that asshole." He narrows his eyes, then leans in again and sniffs. I resist the urge to fidget.
He knows him too well. They could even pass as doppelgangers.
"I see you've met my brother. Which means he's still very much alive. Good." His tone and expression don't hide his disgust. He is definitely not on good terms with his brothers.
Come to think of it, Sucre never mentioned he had a brother. A twin, for that matter.
"He did not… mark you without me, right?" he starts. Then he stops, his eyes fixed on the scar on my neck.
