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head of his previous master. The gray
marble was smooth and shiny. His frown stayed in place as he
studied the bust, trying to understand what was wrong with
it.
    He could hear Lyne down the hall, in
the kitchen. While they had no need to cook for themselves, or even
eat at all, Lyne took pleasure in creating things. Auro was not so
enthusiastic. He only ate what his brother gave him if it didn’t
have worms festering inside it.
    One of Lyne’s favorites was baked
scorpion drizzled in seasoned blood with a splash of
lemon.
    Auro almost gagged, then finally found
what was wrong with the bust. Affronted, he stared at the hairline
crack that ran from the widows peak to the left ear. It was so thin
that Auro might have missed it if it wasn’t for his exceptional
eyesight. Sighing with agitation, hating that things aged, he made
the bust disappear and replaced it with a replica. He looked around
himself, pleased.
    Everything was in order.
    He continued down the hall, away from
the kitchen. He feared that if he entered the horrendous room, he
would be forced to try Lyne’s newest experiment. He thought, for a
rueful moment, that if they were humans, this taste deficiency
would not be a problem.
    Then he shrugged, throwing the thought
over his shoulder. To be human was to be weak, and to be weak is to
be an abomination. Auro was greater than that, and would not bother
himself with human problems.
    The open window at the end of the hall
was dark, covered with a billowing curtain. The harsh wind and cold
weather didn’t bother him in the least. Talon, he knew, was
affected deeply. Sometimes he would peak into the room, and the
man’s normally dark skin would be blue. A smile would grace his
lips and he would leave, pleased with mother nature.
    The hall came to an end. Going left
would take him to his room, going right would take him to Lyne’s.
Knowing that his brother was busy cooking, the choice to go right
urged him forward until he was in front of Lyne’s door.
    Auro was not known for snooping. He
didn’t know what drove him, but as he opened the door, he shook the
blood that he had forgotten about off his fingers. The act was done
in less than a second, and the door was opened immediately after.
He covered his presence, lest Lyne be suspicious or wary enough to
notice it.
    With a wave of his hands, candles took
flame and lit the dark interior of the room. The bed was grand, a
king size of pure down. A deep violet duvet covered the massive
space, with several pillows of the same design placed immaculately
against the head board. There wasn’t a thread out of place, not a
wrinkle to be seen.
    He smiled at how alike they were.
Feeling mildly curious, Auro stepped further into the room. It was
only a second before he was drawn to the dresser. The curtains over
the window were pure black. The satiny curtains reached the floor
and rustled as they fluttered in a chilly breeze.He made them stop,
unsettled by the sound.
    Auro felt as if he were snooping. He
felt as if he was defying his brother, or maybe betraying him.
Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable and he hated it, yet he
couldn’t stop his hand from opening the top drawer. His senses were
starting to override. His heart, dead inside of his chest, would
have been bursting with trepidation.
    The wood creaked as he
pulled it open slowly. Looking inside, he had no clue what he would
find, didn’t even know if he was trying to find anything. It was empty. For some
odd reason, the pressure in his chest eased.
    He closed it—then froze, eyes drawing
downward. There were more drawers, he told himself. He didn’t want
to do it, he really didn’t…but he did. His pale bony fingers
wrapped around the second handle.
    The haunting flicker of the candle
light made it all the more suspenseful. He told himself not to
worry, that his brother was busy and he was being foolish for
thinking that Lyne would dare hide something from him. A soft
rasping sound had his eyes snapping to the