Note: Apologies for not updating in weeks. I've been having trouble writing lately. Nevertheless, here's a chapter. :)
If you haven't heard it from me yet, happy new year, I hope this year is your best one yet, and I love you.
All my love and kisses, Lex.
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀɴɪɴᴇ: ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏᴀɴᴅᴜʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ
❝ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ❞
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"HELLO, BIG BROTHER."
From the moment the door to the holding cell opened to reveal Brendon, the assassin's attention was set on him and him alone.
Now, it wasn't unusual for Brendon to capture every ounce of attentiveness whenever he entered a room; his aura was dripping with confidence and superiority. But The Phantom Warrior's reason for staring was not because he felt inferior or frightened – it was because the last person he had expected to release him from Corporation was his little brother.
His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were laser focused as he scoped the agent, taking time to note every single aspect of his person, everything from his ascetic demeanour right down to what he chose to clothe himself with. The two had been estranged for most of both of their lives, and the assassin wanted to make sure that he had as much information about his brother's character as possible.
When he decided that he'd inventoried enough educated assumptions about who Brendon had become, he met his gaze and gave a sliver of a smile.
"Well you've certainly come a long way since the days of Star Wars jammies and cereal for dinner."
