Chapter 101 It‘s Been A While, My Dear Brother

**Soren‘s POV

It had been a long time since I‘d had a knife held to my throat, but this wasn‘t the first time.

I didn‘t move, but chuckled, “It‘s been a while, my dear brother.”

He didn‘t speak. I glanced around my surroundings. In the darkness, it looked to be an underground tunnel.

“I was wondering when you will show up. I have to say, I‘m impressed with how patient you are.” I tried to wiggle and make myself comfortable. “Dear brother, have you missed me?”

I almost laughed. My sight had adjusted to the darkness.

I stared up into my half–brother‘s narrowed gaze as he grimaced at me, the emotion in his eyes mirroring the way! felt about him deep into my bones. “You haven‘t changed a bit.”

“Do you know what the f*ck you‘ve been doing?” He growled as he inserted the blade of the knife into the soft tissue of my neck, the dagger sinking just far enough that a ripple of pain passed through me, and I felt a trickle of blood slide down my throat.

I didn‘t move a muscle, holding my breath, not because I thought he would kill me, but because I didn‘t want to make the wrong move and have him accidentally jab the knife in too far.

This was a bluff–and we both knew it.

I smirked, “Of course I do, big brother!”

“Then get the hill out of this war. It has nothing to do with you.”

I stared at him for a second. “What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Can‘t you see? They need me.”

“They? Kal? Soren, you and I both know he‘s just using you.”

I sneered, “So what? I’ve gotten what I wanted. At least he values me.” I clearly irritated him. “You are committing atrocities against your own people. Do you f*cking understand that?” he roared.

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This was exactly what I couldn‘t stand. He killed my parents, he ruined everything I had, he caused me so many years of pain and suffering, and now, he thought he could stand there and just scold me?

Who the f*ck did he think he was?!

“Surprise! I bet you didn‘t anticipate this day when you abandoned me.”

He didn‘t move, and he didn‘t speak.

Of course he didn‘t. What would he have to say?

Why didn‘t you just kill me in my sleep, you cowardly b*stard?” I asked him, doing my best to provoke him.

“Shut up, Soren!” His tone was a bit rushed.

“Why do I have to listen to you?” I hated how he treated me. After, this many years, he still thought of me as his eleven–year–old tag–along?

He seemed calm, but I could hear his breathing getting a little faster. Just a little.

I smirked. “What are you waiting for, Ethan? Just kill me then! All of your troubles will go away.”

I moved myself towards his knife slightly.

As expected, Ethan withdrew the blade and stood across from me, glaring at me.

I finally could move around and reassess where I was.

I was sitting on the damp concrete floor of a tunnel that had to be under the house I‘d just purchased–apparently from him. I‘d done enough intel to assume that was the case, but now I knew for sure.

“I don‘t want to kill you down here in this pit, Soren,” Ethan told me.

“Why not?” I asked him.copy right hot novel pub