One for My Enemy

by Olivie Blake

He could feel her eyes tracking his path as he left. “You really are impossible.” “I’m actually extremely easy,” he informed her regretfully, heading to the door. “I just want this more than you think I do.”

because of you, I’ll never be whole—but would I let you die, brother?” He looked up then, pained and wearied. “Never. I would never let them touch you, no matter how badly I wish I could be rid of you. You’re my brother.” He exhaled into the palm of his hand, helpless. “You’re my brother, and that’s the worst part.”