 Brandon was adopted from a young age. He had to be, neither of his parents were magical and those traits were always inherited, though he bore a curiously strong resemblance to his father. Ethan was the oldest of his siblings, and about the same age as Raul. They had two sisters and a brother, Brandon being the youngest of the five. Ethan was the spitting image of their mother. His light brown hair, now sprinkled with gray, was straight and pulled back into a short ponytail. He had a roman nose, fake tan and pale brown eyes. The suit Ethan wore hung off his too thin frame. Unlike Brandon, Ethan had no athletic ability and used his smarts to bully anyone and everyone. When he was a child Brandon worshipped Ethan. Now, he had a healthy—and secret—distain for the man, but he’d never thought Ethan would become involved with something like this. Ethan leaned down and put both hands on Brandon’s shoulders. “You try anything like that again on me or anyone and Zoe will make you hurt so fucking bad you’ll beg to die. Got it?” He was close enough to Brandon’s head it was too easy to smell on his breath what he’d eaten recently. Brandon’s stomach turned dangerously. Brandon swallowed and nodded. “You’ve been behind this all along.” It wasn’t a question and Ethan didn’t answer. Not that Brandon expected him to. “What the hell have I ever done to you to make you hate me this much? You’ve never treated me like you did Cheryl, she’s gay too, so that can’t be the reason. I’m your brother, why—” “You are not my brother!” Ethan spat. “You’re a fucking mistake. You’ve been an embarrassment to my mother ever since you came into her life and there was a time you even broke her heart.” Brandon opened his mouth to defend himself but shut it when he caught Zoe’s reflection in the computer monitor. He resembled his father, his adoptive father. There were physical features about Zoe one could say Brandon shared. A horrible, sick thought was taking shape in his mind. He needed the truth, even if it got him killed. “We make a lot of money with Seafind, isn’t that enough for you? You’re a partner, I’m only an employee.” Never mind there would be no Seafind without Brandon. Ethan knew that, but Brandon poked harder and added, “You and Dad couldn’t have ever built Seafind without me.” “Seafind was my brainchild,” Ethan growled. Brandon turned around so he could face Ethan and Zoe. “A brainchild you wouldn’t have been able to build without me.”    Comments are closed.
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