Arguments had become common between them ever since their parents had abandoned them for Afan, but that final conflict had been the most bitter fight of their lives.
Oliver stared blankly at the dark ceiling, then down at the floorboards where trails of blood stained the wood. In an instant, his mind detached from the castle, transporting him back to his brother's dark room, where he had once found Jerome lying in a pool of his own blood after attempting to end his own life.As their eyes locked, no thought of exploiting his weakness crossed her mind. She felt only a profound, aching sorrow at the sight of his intense suffering.
