We were having coffee after the meal when Titus finally snapped. “What is wrong with you?” he asked Lucius, his body tense. “There is something off, but I can’t…” Lucius smiled, and Titus flinched back like he’d been struck. “Nothing is wrong, brother,” Lucius said, leaning forward further, but Titus moved away, the heavy sound of his chair scraping on the floorboards unnerving.
