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curtain. He hissed
softly, forcing it to be still with a slash of his hand.
    When he turned his eyes back to the
drawer, it had already opened.
His heart pounding, seeing the picture frame face down, hiding what
he knew would not please him. A trembling, thin hand turned it
over.
    Auro hissed angrily, eyes
flashing to a bright bloody red. The
betrayer! his mind screeched, hand jerking
back as if he had been burnt. The drawer slammed closed. The face
in the picture stared at him, their eyes burning into his skull as
he whipped around.
    He did not see his brother. He saw the
traitor.
    Lyne walked in calmly, his face, so
alike to Auro’s, expressionless. His hand landed on the bed post,
watching Auro calmly. “Brother,” he said cordially.
    Auro could not return the endearment.
His chest was tight, the image seared into his mind’s eye. He moved
from the dresser, making to walk past Lyne. He wasn’t about to
admit that he had been looking through Lyne’s belongings, wasn’t
about to admit that he was so hurt and traumatized by what he had
found.
    “ You should have known,”
Lyne started, putting up a hand as Auro made to leave.
    “ Known what?” He stopped,
wanting to exit but not wanting to touch Lyne.
    “ That,” he said, gesturing
to the dresser. “You should have known. I don’t understand why you
look and think as if I have betrayed you.”
    Auro turned cold, bloody eyes to Lyne.
“After all this time, Lyne?” he asked bitterly, turning from him.
The draping curtain was once again scraping against the ground, the
sound grating on his nerves.
    Lyne’s pale face turned cold. “One
does not easily forget the tragedy of losing a loved
one.”
    “ She was a whore ,” Auro spat,
crossing himself even though he was a creature of the devil. “She
used us, betrayed us. Betrayed you !”
    “ It does not matter!” Lyne
shouted hoarsely, his anguish filling the room. “I loved
her!”
    “ She loved another man,”
Auro hissed, disgusted with his brother. “I knew from the start
that she was not what she seemed. I warned you—you failed to heed
my warning and look what happened! The whore went to that bastard . Is this the
reason you wish to keep him here?” Auro demanded.
    Lyne shook his head, bloodied tears
threatening to fall from his pale face. “Brother, you know that is
not the only…”
    “ But it is one of the reasons, is it
not?”
    He stayed silent.
    Auro hissed, pale hand slashing
through the air. “Destroy that picture—it’s holding you to the
past. If you must, take your anger out on him, but do not recall
her when you are with me,” he snarled, his thin voice rising with
anger. “It is an insult not only to me, but everything that I have
done for us.”
    Lyne stared at him. He wanted so badly
to tell Auro what he thought of his highhanded remarks, what he
thought of his rules and what he had done. He wanted to shout back,
but knew that it would only earn him a cold shoulder and a long
night alone.
    His gaze dropped, and Auro stormed out
of the room without another word.
    Lyne moved to the dresser, opening the
second drawer. Within, the picture of his Amena lay. The old frame
was worn, the gold paint chipping. The glass was clouded, and the
drawn picture that he had spent several years on was faded. He held
it gently in his hands, feeling his chest tighten with
emotion.
    With anger, at his brother for being
angry over the picture. With longing, missing her and her smile.
With pain, because of her betrayal. With hate, because of that
bastard. His fingers itched to wrap around Talon’s throat, to tear
away every limb that had touched her.
    It had been so long ago, it was
amazing that the hate and betrayal was still so fresh. Auro would
never know how it felt to lose someone who meant the world to them.
It always amazed him, that his brother could be so close-minded.
Now it only angered him.
    Amena and Auro were the only ones who
understood him. He loved them both equally, had cherished