They are indeed brothers. Under the gaze of the naughty boy with a color pep, Rivienne thought. He wanted to doodle over her. Or not he would throw a tantrum by beheading people. She wanted to die. But not by the hands of this man.
He knew secrets about Rivienne more than she knew about him. That world was ruled by secrets. Dark little secrets. And somehow he was extracting all of hers in a mysterious way, wasting all her efforts to bury them with herself. And for no reason, Rivienne did not dig deeper into his secrets. The cause might be the determination not to die in his hands.
He watched as if a student when his mentor poured the thick black liquid onto a plate and mixed it with several drops of water. She circled the fluid until it turned into a fine level of body paint thinking anything other than the killing golden gaze of Ezra. They constantly watched her hands.
