C21 The Price of a Secret

The question hung between them, sharp and glittering, like a shard of glass. "Who was my brother to you?" Damiano's face had just been a mask of cold fury; it seemed to crumble and reform into something older, wearier. He turned from her, breaking their intense gaze to stare into the flames of the fire, as if the answer to his hesitation lay within those dancing flames