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“Thank you for giving me the space, sis,” he said, my heart warming. “And I’m so glad you got yours too.”
I was as well, all of it the best kind of change.
It was hard to let my brother go back, go away from me, but it was easier knowing we seemed to have the lines of communication open again. I watched him leave at the door, then decided to handle a couple items of business myself. I found Dorian and Ares both in Ares’s room. They were blowing shit up in a first-person-shooter game, but they stopped when I knocked.
“Can I talk to Ares for a second?” I asked, and Dorian got up.
Ares twitched. “What the fuck? Am I in trouble or something?”
My eyes rolled to the heavens about the same time Dorian tossed his arm around me. Meaty and weighted, the thing about made me collapse at the knees, and he tickled me when I faked my knees buckling.
“I’ll give you both the room,” he said, before smacking my ass. He popped a kiss on my mouth. “Come find me in yours. We’ll see how long I can get away with it before your dad realizes I’m in there.”
His eyes dancing, he seemed lighter too.
Ares made a gagging noise as Dorian left, which caused the dark prince to double back and flip him off. Ares threw a pillow at him, and dodging it, Dorian chuckled before giving him both fingers.
Ares’s eyes lifted. “Yeah, never going to get over the fact you two are fucking.” He dry-heaved. “You’re my goddamn sister, and I’m sorry but that shit’s gross.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I laughed, crossing my arms. “It wasn’t weird before.”
“Oh, it was always weird. I just didn’t know it.” He chortled. He shot some stuff on the screen before getting up too. “And believe me. He thinks about that shit too. He’s just not saying it. I mean, you’re my twin and…”
He dry-heaved again, and I punched his arm. He rubbed the spot, muttering something about me being an asshole, and my God we were siblings. It was kind of crazy really how quickly we’d both fallen into the roles.
“I actually was coming in here to say thank you,” I said, almost regretting that now. I laughed. “Bru told me you apologized to him. You and Dorian.”
“Wasn’t a thing.” He stretched his long wingspan before tossing his controller on the bed. “And I think we both know he wouldn’t have left had I not been such an asshole to him.”
The humor fell from his face as he stood before me. I chewed the inside of my cheek. “I think we all have some regrets that day.”
“Yeah, but mine are a fucking stack.” His lips pulled together. “I told you I wouldn’t make you choose, and that was exactly what you ended up doing.”
It was all more complicated than that, and I think we both knew it. “Bru needed his time, and it seems to have done him some good. He definitely looks a lot better.”
“I noticed that.” He grinned. “And though I’m not happy with who he chose to take that time with, I’m glad the kid got some clarity.”
Ares studied the floor after what he said, and one person we definitely didn’t discuss was Dorian’s grandfather. This was for obvious reasons, and as I myself still had a hard time with that, I wasn’t arguing about the fact. I’d needed time too, but Bru was right I probably should talk to Callum too. If anything, for clarity.
Bru had had time to make his own conclusions about our former guardian, and I think I’d been too scared to do the same. It almost felt like me doing so would betray this new life I was in, and I didn’t want that.
Again, it was complicated.
“Anyway, I’m glad you and Mom got to spend some time together today.” His smile stretched. “You seem to have made her day. I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time.”
My heart fluttered. “It was nice. We had a good time.”
This only made his eyes warm more, and when he asked for more details about the day, I gave it to him. Actually, we chatted so long Dorian started blowing up both our phones. He was wondering why the fuck I was in here and not in bed with him.
This only made Ares gag again, but he dodged when I attempted to punch him again. I started to leave to go to Dorian when Ares held his finger up.
“Wait. Before I forget,” he said, bounding across the room in like half a stride. Dude could reach the entire expanse of his big-ass room in like a couple steps. He opened his desk, and when he brought something out of it, it was attached to a chain.
I recognized the emblem from our baby blankets right away, and I thought it was his until he pulled his own out from beneath his shirt.
“I got yours restored,” he stated, dropping mine into my hands. He’d had it shined, the thing completely flawless. His shoulders popped up. “Now, we both have one. I mean, if you want it.”
I studied it, then his, which he still held. We both did have one now, didn’t we?
