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He would have forgotten the name of his brother if Micah had told it to him. With a cool elegance that contrasted with the pure warmth he associated with Micah, Dusk watched him walk in. He had a striking appearance, much like Micah, but there was still a clear difference. Sunshine, warmth, and a home surrounded his mate. Though he detested bringing it up, the energy emanating from him was comparable to that of the Black household. He had the same unyielding energy that made people both admire and fear him. He was not afraid of that energy. With Word encircling him, Dusk discovered that he was standing a little more erect and that the rush of adrenaline from earlier had left him. Of course, the fact that he was still sore could also be a buildup from his earlier injuries. He could not deny that his presence did not make him feel comfortable, but he was not afraid. Dusk was uncertain if his presence would be beneficial to him. History dictated that it could not produce much good. Sad

“Come on, Lee; let me go.” Conner said his neck twisting has his big brother held in a headlock. Upon releasing him, he staggered into the gathering that his sibling had also coerced him into. “I want to go home.” In an obviously mocking tone, his brother—or, more accurately, stepbrother—said. Conner scratched his neck and thought, Vampires can be such dicks, but they could also be step-siblings in general. He knew very little about either. “Our parents want us to bond, so we’ll bond.” “Wherever you will enjoy yourself,” Conner retaliated sharply; he was a brownie, a housekeeping fae. He would only be completely content when he had his own place to look after and defend. He was only comfortable at home. “Vampires enjoy interacting with each other,” Lee mocked him once more. You could try finding someone who needs work for free, or you could stay at my dad's house until you are 100. Conner watched the blond, blue-eyed jerk flash his fangs at the closest female with a plunging

“I don’t see any point to celebrating Easter.” David told his brother over the phone while staring out his window at the busy city street below. His place was a small bachelor apartment over a tiny corner grocery store. It was a far cry from his grandparent's farm, which he always seemed to pine for around spring. “Wasn’t this your favorite holiday?” Mel asked him, and David sighed, feeling burned out from working two jobs for a crappy place in a large city that didn’t seem to want them. “Yeah, but things change.” David said, shrugging and watching the start of a spring rain hitting the window. He used to decorate and go all out to celebrate and invite the Easter rabbit into his home. Up until a few years ago, when he moved into the city, he had always found hidden eggs around his place. It always made him so happy. It was probably his brother, David, who shivered with a bitter cold that was soaking into his permanently sun-kissed skin that made him feel like he should be warmer