DANTE’S POV

I sat at the far end of the long table, my eyes fixed on Sam as he spoke excitedly, His voice stirring something in me, pulling me back into memories I hadn't reached for years now. Memories of our childhood, the training, the bruises when we snuck out to run in the woods. We were inseparable or so we thought. Brothers by bond, not just by blood.

Now, after all this time apart, he was back even though he won’t be staying long.

“I don’t want to go,” Sam groaned. ...