He Chose Her, Then Lost Me Forever
He leaned closer to the fifth brother, looking down at the scarred face.
"What's your name?" Noah asked gently, keeping his voice steady despite the pain in his side.
The fifth brother looked up at Noah. For the first time, a small, bitter smirk curled the corner of his lips.
"Name?" the stranger asked, his voice low, dry, and raspy, like stones grinding together. "William didn't give me a name. He called me Number Five. I was the spare tire in the trunk in case one of you four broke down."
Arthur came hobbling through the smoke, holding a wet wool cloth over his nose and mouth. He looked down at the boy on the floor, his old eyes wide with profound horror.