Page 133 of Psycho Pack

"Actually, aren't we brothers, too?" Valek asks innocently. "If Wraith and I are related, then that means…"

"It's already been a hell of a day, don't make it worse," Thane grits out.

Valek laughs.

A real laugh.

Not his usual cackle.

Not sharp.

Not mocking.

Real.

Strange how natural this feels.

How we do feel like brothers.

All three of us.

Valek's silver eyes drift closed as he relaxes.

Almost peaceful.

Never seen him like this before.

Always sharp edges and cruel smiles.

Now he's just... tired.

Like me.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

VALEK

When did I start letting people touch me without killing them?

The fog in my brain has cleared enough that I can think somewhat straight now, but everything still feels... soft. Hazy around the edges.

Like looking through frosted glass.

I shouldn't be tolerating Wraith petting my hair. But I do. Why? Because it feels nice to be touched by someone who isn't hurting me?

Oh, how far I've fallen.

I rise unsteadily to my feet, ignoring Thane's wary gaze as I drift toward one of the archways leading deeper into the guest wing. My feet sink into the plush carpet with each step, and I can't help but marvel at the obscene luxury surrounding us.

White marble and gold filigree.

Pristine and perfect.

Like my father's lab coat before I painted it red.

The memory makes me smile.

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