Leonardo made no attempt to ease the tension between them; instead, he chose to focus on the subject that had been weighing on his mind. He knew it would stir old wounds, but it couldn't be avoided any longer.
"Did you ever learn about how Father became a demon?" Leonardo's voice was measured, but his gaze was searching, hoping to catch even a flicker of reaction from Donovan. Yet, his brother's face remained a stoic mask, betraying nothing.
"If I knew," Donovan replied coldly, crossing his arms, "I wouldn't be here." His attention drifted to the untouched drink before him, one that Clandestine had made for the both of them, though Donovan hadn't so much as considered tasting it.
