Sylvain held his brother's hand tightly as they walked back toward the safe house. His face was pale white with his grip almost too tight but Leon didn't complain. Sylvain's mind kept spiraling back to the familiar figure he had just seen in the dark sedan.
His blood turned to ice the moment the memories resurfaced. Though the tinted windows had tried to hide the features, they couldn't fool him. That crooked jaw was all he needed to know it was him.
The way the man held his head slightly tilted, like a predator watching prey. That man was far more dangerous to him than Silas could ever be.
He was the one who had torn their family apart years ago. The one whose name still haunted Sylvain's nightmares. The one he had prayed for to be gone forever.
