"Don't you hate him?" Evan's voice trembled, the question pulled straight from his heart. Ever since he had learned the truth from his father, that question had haunted him, standing between him and Aryan like an invisible wall.
After discovering what his mother had done to Aryan, Eron felt his right to stand beside him had been cut away. What else could he be, except the son of a murderer? What identity could he possibly claim when facing Aryan?
"Hate…?" Aryan's lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile. "Why should I hate him? What his mother did has nothing to do with him. I only see him as Eron—my brother."
In that single moment, all the fear that had shackled Evan's heart for years seemed to melt away. Relief washed over him so completely that it left him dizzy. He wanted to tell Aryan everything. But when the time came, the words caught in his throat.
