“Is that it?” Eli yelled as Egan walked past them back to the office, gritting his teeth. “Is that all the wh*re who murdered our father will get?”

“Eli.” Sam groaned in exasperation.

“Why am I the bad guy? You just saw that. We combed for her for three years, and he gave our father’s murderer an easy death because she had the same eyes as his fairy.”

And then Eli was pinned against the wall as Sam calmly stood back. 

Egan looked into his brother’s eyes. 

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