It was more difficult than I thought.
Every cell in my body wanted me to rip into a blood vessel and have my brother drink. But Arthur's voice stopped me.
'Son'
I looked straight into his vacant crimson eyes; Connor was trying to shove the bleeding arm away from his mouth, but Arthur held him in place.
'No one can know about this, not anyone. There is too much at stake here, do you understand?'
Not only was he asking me to refrain from reviving Liam, but he also wanted me to lie to everyone about preserving him.
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His eyes burned with anger, 'This hesitation of yours is enough to distort the future!'.
I hugged my brother's body tighter.
'How can I lie to his father and mother…' I began
'What is more important, their agony? Or your brother's life,' he broke in.
How could I argue with that when I knew that they'd side with Arthur and ask me to do the same had they been in his shoes?
