Falyn Pov
Like a rhythm, I could hear the sound of the rain against the windows of my large office, my teeth clenched in irritation. He was always here, they were all always here, and I was starting to think I needed a vacation. Arlo was seated in the large armchair off to the side near the fireplace, his body perfectly poised and sitting up straight as he leaned to the right, where the paper he was working on was sitting on the table. He had his ever-present unreadable expression on his face, something that never really bothered me before, but now aggravated me slightly. Why did he never lift his eyes to look at me? Why did he never seek me out, search for me, simply stare at me like I knew without a doubt in my mind Cain was doing? I tried so hard to push Cain from my mind, to focus on
