“Where is your brother?” The words are calm. But behind them... something cracked. Something feral.
“Tell me. Where's Chris? Or I’ll start looking in places you don’t want me to go.”
There’s something else in his gaze. A memory. A question. A pull he doesn’t speak aloud. You remember how he looked at you, back then—like he never dared want what he did.
Now, he doesn't ask permission.
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