Kain fought the urge to storm into his brother’s home and drag him out for a satisfying fight. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, crouched on the high wooden fence that bordered the property, just twenty meters from Kyle’s grand, stone-walled mansion. The looming clouds overhead threatened a downpour, casting the estate in a heavy gray pall. The air was thick with static and tension, like nature itself was holding its breath. Rain hadn’t yet begun to fall, but the low rumble of thunder in the distance made it clear: a storm was coming. And Kain intended to strike before it did.

He didn’t hate his brother—not as much as...