TWENTY NINE

DAMON

I felt my fingers dig into the hard surface of the device in my hand. My brows twitched with anger as Ethan locked eyes with me for a prolonged moment.

While his honey-like orbs danced with delight, Ethan wore a smirk on his face and Basiton made a certain noise with his mouth.

As the taller man shuffled his legs toward Ethan, he asked, "Do you know Pretty Boy?"

"Know him?" That voice... I hated it so much. The few times I heard its thickness which had some croaking effects each time he spoke, I always felt a rush of anger in my bones. Well, that was understandable. He always reminded me of someone I hate to remember. "Of course, I know him. Why won't I know my half-brother?"

"Brother?" Basiton was certainly amused. After he looked in my direction, he quickly darted his eyes toward Ethan who still had a gloating aura around him despite him being in a situation where he could become a prisoner. "You didn't tell me you had a brother, Ethan."

"Half-brother," I corrected, the h