Adam pressed his lips tight together to hold back the snarl that wanted to escape him first--an instinctive response that came from the gut. Had he heard of them? Considering that they were in part responsible for every single nail Michael had hammered into his coffin, yeah, he supposed he knew a little about them. Just a little.
"I think I do, they're my brothers." The admission didn't hurt as much as it would if it'd been true in the normal sense of the word, if they'd been real brothers, but he still growled the word out, a bitter thing in his mouth. "How do you know them?"
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Adam pressed his lips tight together to hold back the snarl that wanted to escape him first--an instinctive response that came from the gut. Had he heard of them? Considering that they were in part responsible for every single nail Michael had hammered into his coffin, yeah, he supposed he knew a little about them. Just a little.
"I think I do, they're my brothers." The admission didn't hurt as much as it would if it'd been true in the normal sense of the word, if they'd been real brothers, but he still growled the word out, a bitter thing in his mouth. "How do you know them?"
Who is she, to bring them up? What is she?