Silas sat in a window seat, staring outside at the mountains, unable to rouse himself enough to go eat. He had gotten what he wanted. He’d had his fling with the most beautiful woman he had seen.
But for the first time in his life, it was not enough. Not nearly enough.
He wanted more, even if he didn’t truly understand what it was. He was left empty in a way he had never encountered before with any of his trysts. It made no sense.
He sensed a presence behind him and whirled round, for a lovely moment believing…
He stared into his brother’s eyes and tried not to feel disappointed.
Lestor watched him silently before coming to sit beside him, pressed along his side. Silas found himself leaning against his brother, laying his head upon his shoulder as he had not since he was a young boy.
