SYLA'S POV

"Hello brother." He smiled, a denotator trapped between his fingers. "I was almost beginning to think you wouldn't make it."

"You sick bastard." My expression darkened.

"Hey." His smile broadened. "You don't have to be so aggressive every time we meet."

"Well maybe if you stopped messing with me, then I wouldn't." I snapped.

"Rude." He chuckled. "That's no way to speak to your brother."

"You're not my brother." I spat. "My brother isn't a monster."

Cassian exhaled deeply, and for a moment I almost believed my words got to him.

"You're right, I'm not the naive idiot you used to know. He died a long time ago."...