God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“I’ve got to say, it’s refreshing to see you worried about me.” He ruffles my hair. “Stop messing around, Lan. You screwed up your wrist and all you can think about is me being worried about you?” “It’s a very important element.” “Seriously?” “Uh-huh. It means you care.” “I always care. You’re the one who doesn’t.” “Fuck that. If you weren’t here, I would’ve introduced that bunch of Heathens to my special brand of fucked up.” “And get yourself killed?” “Will you cry at my funeral?” “Lan! Don’t joke about nonsense like that.” “But I want to know. Will you?” I sigh as I help him into the passenger seat. “You’re my twin brother.” “And?” He looks at me expectantly, like a fucking hyena who’s waiting to pounce on its prey. Or maybe it’s just expectation and I’m reading too much into it. “And that means I wouldn’t be the same without you. Not that you share the sentiment.” I start to close the door, but he shoves his foot against it, keeping it open. “You know, that’s your problem, Bran. You always assume things about me instead of fucking talking to me. It’s a nasty habit that needs to go.” He holds my gaze with his identical one. “I wouldn’t be the same without you, either, twat. You’re part of me.” “Ownership again? Classic.” “It’s not fucking ownership. If I owned you, I wouldn’t give two flying fucks about you because I’d already have you in my grasp.” He clutches my hand and I wince at how hard it is. “I want you to listen to me and listen carefully. You’re part of me. Tha...