Isn't there enough hatred for me already?

Lazarus pov

Luka's been on my back since yesterday.

I refuse to speak to him, look at him, or even acknowledge his presence. He is as much of a brother to me as Lenox, but Luka has taken it too far.

I understand the brotherly rivalry and even the jealousy. What I don't understand is the display of pure, deep hatred for someone who has done everything to deserve his love.

Lenox is crazy. He's messed up so deep in his roots that there's no way to fix him, but beyond that, he's an amazing, trustworthy and hard-working man who deserves the best in life. But despite our brother's good qualities, Luka pushes them aside and focuses on the bad ones.

God, if only this idiot knew what happened to Lenox when he set out to avenge the attack. If only someone besides Lenox could tell the story.

Lenox never shared the full details about what happened then. We know that the experience was horrifying, so much so that we lost the Lenox we knew and gained a new person instead of the one we had.

But