Then, when the tension is deliciously thick, I meet his glare with one of my own. “So, when I decide to return, you’ll show me how it’s done.” “Return? It must be nice, having the luxury to come and go as you please while I hold down your territory for you.” And there it is—one of the many reasons why Dante despises me. The sneers and the loaded comments, they’ve been a wedge between us for as long as I can remember, and being a whole continent apart for almost a decade hasn’t changed a thing. It started when we were just kids; he always thought my brothers and I were childish because of the
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