Chapter seven

Ezra writhed in agony on the bed, his body drenched in sweat and his hands clenched tightly around the bed sheet. His pained groans filled the room, jolting Zayn awake. Zayn's eyes widened in shock as he saw his brother's distress.

His heart raced in fear as he saw his brother, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

"Ezra, what's happening?" Zayn's voice trembled with panic as he tried to rouse his brother.

Ezra's agonised screams pierced the air, his body contorted in pain, and his eyes squeezed shut. The veins on his body stood out starkly, scaring Zayn.

“Ezra wake up please!”. Zayn yelled, shaking him.

“Ezra!”. He yelled.

“Ahh!”. Ezra kept screaming.

“Si… Silas!”. He whispered, opening his eyes, still in open.

“Where is silas? Fuck Ahh”. He yelled, still in pain.

“He left, what's wrong with you? You’re scaring me!”. Zayn murmured.

“Something is wrong with silas, can’t you feel it!”. Ezra yelled, staring at his brother in disbelief.

"What do you mean something is wrong with Silas? He seemed fine when he left," Zayn said, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Fuck, I will kill that guy! He’s purposely doing this to me”. Ezra gritted his teeth in pain as he struggled to breath.

Zayn rushed to his brother's side, concern etched on his face. "What are you talking about, Ezra? What did Silas do to you?"

“H-he… fuck. Just go find him!”.

“How am I supposed to find him in the middle of the night?”. Zayn yelled in disbelief.

Ezra's breathing was becoming more laboured.

“I-i can’t breathe!”. He murmured.

Zayn started panicking, not knowing what to do.

The door suddenly burst open, revealing a devastating looking Silas with torn clothes. Ezra's pain vanished as soon as he saw him, and he angrily walked towards Silas.

"What do you think you're doing? Is this some kind of revenge? Making me suffer like that?" Ezra's voice was filled with fury as he grabbed his brother by the neck .

Silas looked at him with a mix of sadness and desperation, his trembling lips struggling to form words.

"Ezra, I... I was at... She..." Silas trailed off, collapsing into his brother's arms.

Ezra's anger evaporated instantly, replaced by concern. "Silas! What the heck happened?" he

called out, his worry evident in his voice.

“Something’s not right, I told you something was wrong with him.help me get him on the bed!” Ezra exclaimed urgently to Zayn.

“How was I supposed to know? I didn’t feel anything!” Zayn retorted.

Ezra shot Zayn a sceptical look before speaking. “The only thing that’s keeping me from doubting you is the fact that we’re not identical triplets. Otherwise, I would have thought you were adopted!”.

“What do you mean by that!?” Zayn asked, sounding defensive.

“You can’t feel his pain nor notice the change in his eye. Are you sure you’re really one of us? I’m starting to think that only Silas and I are twins and you’re just... not one of us,” Ezra said, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“We literally have the same eye colour!” Zayn protested.

“They could have gotten your eye colour done!” Ezra shot back.

“Are we helping Silas or do you want to argue with me?” Zayn sighed, rolling his eyes as he helped lift Silas onto the bed.

“Why is his cloth torn?”. Ezra asked, placing a hand over his brother's chest.

“Lyra!" Ezra suddenly whispered, his eyes widening as he moved closer to Silas, sniffing the air around him.

"He went to the Lyra room, are you kidding me? This bastard touched her without us!" Ezra exclaimed angrily, jumping up from his bed and gripping his hair tightly.

"How dare he touch her without our permission?" he growled, his voice filled with rage.

Zayn raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "Ezra, what's gotten into you? You're usually the calm one among us, but lately, you've been losing control."

"What do you mean losing control? He's trying to keep her all to himself!" Ezra yelled, clenching his fists.

"You need to calm down," Zayn urged, taking a step closer to his brother.

"Anger wouldn’t..." zayn muttered.

"Back off!" Ezra yelled, and an invisible force sent Zayn hard against the door, causing it to come crashing down.