Damien.
I pushed the door open without knocking.
And I froze.
It wasn't a dramatic freeze, not the kind where someone gasps aloud or stumbles backward, it was worse, it was silent.
My chest tightened painfully, like an invisible hand had reached inside and squeezed my heart without warning. The air felt heavier all of a sudden, harder to pull into my lungs.
The image before me burned into my vision instantly.
Adrien's lips were interlocked with Maria's. His hand rested at her waist, holding her close. Maria's fingers were pressed lightly against his chest. I could see it, just barely, the slight tension in her posture. The small resistance in the way her shoulders stiffened.
But it didn't matter.
The ache still came, sharp and unexpected.
Damn.
Adrien was my brother.
We had always shared things since we were little, secrets, victories, punishments, responsibilities. We were raised as one unit. Quadruplets. Bound not just by blood, but by loyalty.
