"What did you want to talk about?" Luciano asks, strolling into my bedroom.
I close the door behind them. Silas collapses on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping with a high groan. Luciano pulls out the backless stool of my vanity to plop himself onto it.
"I want us to be honest with each other for the first time in—my entire life," I demand with compromise. "I know more than I've let on and I reckon you've sensed some that."
They exchange meaningful looks between each other. A bond I've been left out on. The bond between brothers. I mean, we're all close on a surface level. Playful. Protective. But when it comes to honesty and loyalty, well, that are entirely different worlds that don't seem to converge as they should.
"What do you know?" Luciano probes.
"Assume enough," I challenge. "Enough about dad's true history with Haru. And that he's not the victim he made himself out to be."
