The Brother I Shouldn’t Want
But Phil’s voice echoed in my head just as quickly, clear and firm, telling me not to make any sudden move, to wait, to let things play out until he got there.
So I swallowed that impulse down, burying it under control, under patience, under the thin line that was keeping this entire situation from falling apart.
Instead, I offered a polite and measured smile.
“It’s great knowing you didn’t die,” I said, my tone smooth enough to pass as casual, like I wasn’t standing face to face with the man who had turned my life into something unrecognizable.
Kagemoto Kazama’s smile widened at that, slow and deliberate, like he found amusement in everything I just said, like he could see through it and st