“What in the hells do you think you are doing, you i***t?” Silas stepped in front of Lestor, stopping him from pacing. They were chest to chest, and Silas stand firm in spite of his older brother's greater weight and size.
Lestor stared at him, his grim countenance not lessening, but he did not speak, as he had not for hours.
Silas put a hand on his shoulder and shoved him, hard, anger tightening his features.
“Lucia will leave in the morning, you ass. Are you going to do nothing, say nothing, leave her with the impression that you don’t give a damn? She already think you hate her. And also thinks everyone fears her now. Will you do nothing to take that from her? To atleast assure her that everyone still worries for her.”
Lestor growled, shoved his brother away to continue his mindless
