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CHAPTER 17 : LUCID DREAMS

TRISTAN’S POV

I stared into eyes that were mirror images of my own hate and rage and tried to control the fear bubbling in my throat.

"Z- Zan–" my voice came out croaked, fucking terrified.

A slow, wicked grin stretched Zander's blood red lips. Cruel hate and malice darkened his jade green eyes. The scar I had given him when we were still kids glowed silver in the dark.

There he was, sitting aloof, right across from me, barely restrained rage in his eyes and twirling the poisoned dagger I had given that incompetent fool; Timothy, to murder my brother.

"I got your message, brother." Zander drawled, a lazy grin on his lips. "Truly, I didn't think you would stoop so low as to try to slay your own brother in his sleep… but yet again, you've always been full of disappointment," he inclined his head, a mocking gaze in his eyes, "haven't you?"

My hands fisted in rage even as my heart pounded with fear.

Disappointment. Disappointment. Disappointment.

"You disappointed me, son," my father had
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