MiguelGrowing up, Raguel had always been the better son.He had been the stronger, faster, more courageous one. Whenever we sparred, I ended up flat on my back. Whenever we raced, I was left behind before we reached the halfway mark. Whenever any of our parents spoke proudly about one of us, it was usually Raguel’s name that left their mouth.Not because they loved me less but because Raguel gave people so much to admire about him.I remembered one afternoon when I was barely ten. Father had watched Raguel knock down three older boys during training. The pride in his eyes had been hard to miss. He had never looked at me with so much pride. Strangely enough, that never hurt as much as people imagined it would.Because I never wanted what Raguel had. Not the power, not the title. None of those fascinated me. I had always wanted something, or rather, someone.Charlotte.I smiled bitterly as I leaned back in my chair.She had been the only thing I'd ever wanted. But every time her eyes s
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