I had never witnessed my brother in such a rage before, or so full of anguish. I knew Dylan would blame himself, but when he started punching a wall till his knuckles bled, I understood just how much guilt he was carrying. Rose and I had tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that we were being watched and it was nothing to do with him telling Max about the vampire venom. He refused to believe it though. In his mind, had he not told Max about vampires existing he’d still be alive.
The only reason my brother eventually allowed his rage to simmer to a low growl, is because of Rose. When she laid a hand on his shoulder, then wrapped her arms round his waist, his punching and snarling seemed to slow down. Eventually he stopped and turned round to hug Rose close to his chest. As I wat
