"Clark!"
"Surprise, brother," I said, walking over to him.
Since I didn't have a cast on one of my hands and my limp from the accident was almost gone, I seized Harold by the collar.
Being slightly taller than him, I lifted him off his feet, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes.
"I still respect you as my older brother, but what have you done? Huh?" My voice lacked aggression, yet each word carried weight.
"H-how..."
"How did I survive? You really wanted me dead when I fell off the cliff after being chased by your men and your friend's men, didn’t you? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, brother. You failed." I said, pushing him slightly before releasing my grip on his collar.
As I pushed him, he stumbled backward. I reclaimed my throne—the seat he had occupied for nearly a week after
