I messed up.
"I didn't mean it like that. I shouldn't have said it, I apologise."
"You did mean it. You still see me as Aziel's little brother. Nothing else."
He's pissed, and he's right. I've never been fair to him. I've only ever seen him as the kid brother. Not as a separate human being. Not as a man. But Sebastian is so much more. He's feisty, stubborn, sometimes sunshine, sometimes wild, sometimes soft enough to make me want to protect him. He's more than I ever gave him credit for.
"You know what? Since all you ever do is see me as Aziel's little brother, I'll tell you a secret."
The fury in him twists something sharp inside me. I hate being the cause of it. I hate seeing hurt in his eyes.
"Sebastian, I-"
"I'mnotAziel's little brother. I'm his half-brother. Same mother. Different fathers."
His words hit like a bomb.
"What?"
"Maybe now you'll stop seeing me as just his little brother," he says bitterly, and turns to leave.
"Sebastian, wait!"
I rush after him, not knowing what to do, but sure as fuck not wanting him to leave like this.
"No. I want to go. Let me leave."
His back is to me, but the whispered words are enough to make me freeze. I can only watch as he walks out the door.
Never before has he reacted like this to me calling him Aziel's brother. But then, back when I was with Aziel, it was normal.
I know damn well that since Sebastian came back into my life, we're no longer in-laws. We're two men circling each other like moths to flame. I just don't want to admit it.
Part of me still says it's wrong. That he's Aziel's brother… half-brother. But that thinking is exactly what hurt him today.
And he's right. He's so much more than just Aziel's brother.
The truth is, I need to get my head out of my ass and decide what I want. I can't keep going like this.
And whatever I decide, I sure as hell need to make it up to Sebastian.
Chapter fourteen
Sebastian
Fuck.
I was pissed off.
No. I was furious.
Am I doomed to always be nothing more than a shadow of my brother? Just the little, innocent baby brother?
Even something ordinary like a fucking breakfast reminded him of Aziel. A freaking breakfast!
Believe it or not, I held back in there. Years of training never prepared me for how hard it would be to stop myself from exploding. I was ready to rage, to fucking tear apart the table I'd carefully set that morning.
Is this truly all that I'll ever be?
