Chapter 89: Call Him Brother
"What’s wrong with me calling him ’brother’?" Lara smirked, arms crossed as she glanced at Bener. "We look alike, don’t we? If the three of us stood side by side, I bet people would think I’m more his brother than you are."
Lara rolled her eyes at Bener’s words, her tone dripping with exasperation.
Bener chuckled, though a flicker of something unspoken passed through his gaze. Kane wasn’t wrong. Standing next to Asael, Kane’s resemblance to his older brother was striking—eighty percent, maybe more. Bener, on the other hand? Perhaps fifty percent at best.
’Well, I took after my paternal grandfather, while Asael got the best features of our father and mother.’
His thoughts wandered, unbidden, to his youngest sister—the one who never had the chance to grow up. Their mother used to say she was the spitting image of Asael as a baby. If she had lived... she would have been the female version of Kane.
His thoughts wandered, unbidden, to his youngest sister who looked like his eldest brother. Their mother used to say she was the spitting image of Asael as a baby. If she was alive, then she would be the female version of Kane.
But she was gone. Gone forever.
Bener’s expression darkened. He lay back on the cool grass, eyes drifting toward the vast night sky, the stars flickering like distant memories—beautiful yet unreachable.
Sis. Are you one of the stars shining brightly above us? Can you shine your light upon our eldest brother? He doesn’t deserve to die.
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In a tent larger than the others, Merlin Norse paced restlessly, his boots scraping against the ground. His father, General Marlon Norse, sat cross-legged on a woven mat, his expression unreadable.