-Carter-
My brothers all sat in front of me, their expressions suggesting they wanted to kill me. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder: could they even kill me?
“How?” Henry asked simply.
I glanced over at Mefan, who sat quietly to my left. That was strange, I thought. He usually had plenty to say. Henry followed my gaze, briefly turning to Mefan before returning his attention to me.
“What?” he demanded. “What aren’t you telling us?”
“I... was brought back from the dead,” I confessed.
“What?” they all exclaimed.
“You were dead?” Liam asked incredulously.
“I was run through with Criseus’s sword. Naturally, I died,” I clarified.
“But then how...” Samuel trailed off, his gaze also shifting to Mefan, piecing things together on his own.
“You did this to him?” he questioned, gesturing towa
