Ronan's corrupted laughter still echoed through the trees when Darian felt something snap inside his chest. His younger brother was gone. Turned into something dark and evil.
"We have to get him back," Kael said, ice crackling around his hands. "Whatever that thing did to Ronan—" "It's not what he did," Darian interrupted quietly.
"It's what Ronan chose." Everyone stared at him. Elara's tear-stained face twisted with anger. "How can you be so calm?" she asked. "Your brother just joined our enemy!" "Because I saw it coming," Darian answered, his voice flat and emotionless.
The stranger holding the twins smiled bigger. "Ah, the attentive one speaks. Tell them, Darian. Tell them what you really think." "Shut up," Darian growled. "Tell them how you've been watching. Calculating.
