The kid tilted his head to the side and observed Donald with a weird look on his face, as if he'd asked a dumbass question.
“Why are you asking me whatourdad looks like? You already know his name.”
“If I knew you…” Donald paused mid-sentence, thinking he had heard wrong. “Did you just say our? Who the hel… heck isourdad?”
The kid sighed and rolled his eyes. “Uriel. We’re brothers.”
Donald stared at the kid in shock, as if he really had misheard things. “U…Uriel? Brothers?” His lips moved as he flopped down in the chair, his brain trying to catch up to the information.
Uriel had a kid ten years ago? With who? I thought Azazel said they were mates?Donald was so confused and felt a splitting headache starting to form.
“Yes, we’re brothers, same sire and bearer. But I thought you said you knew who I was when I introduced myself?”
“I thought you were going to say you’re my kid,” Donald snapped.
“Your kid!” Kristoph started laughing as he leaned against one of the leather chairs, holding his stomach.
“What’s so damn funny? It’s an honest mistake,” Donald grumbled.
“Little big brother, you’re kind of funny,” Kristoph said between chuckles.
“Whatever. Like I said, it was an honest mistake. And why did you call me little big brother? You seem like a smart kid, so don’t say silly things.”
Kristoph scowled and sat in the chair beside him. “What I said wasn’t silly. You are my little brother. You’re just bigger than me in height and age.”
Donald was confused, and his headache felt as if it was getting worse. “You’re gonna have to explain that to me.”
“It’s simple, I was born first. If we hadn’t gotten separated and had grown up together, we would be the same age, only separated by minutes.”
Donald stared into the kid’s eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with him. “Tell me the truth. Are you an actor and you’re playing a trick on me? Is there a hidden camera in here or something?”
Kristoph sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, an action Donald was getting annoyed with.
“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I can explain everything to you if you promise me a couple of things.”
“Maybe I should call your dad…”
“You can’t!” the kid yelled, standing up, losing the cool composure he had a few seconds ago.
“Why not?”
“He’s working, and you don’t have his number,” Kristoph said, then sat down.
“That’s true, but I have Azazel’s number. And according to you he’s our sire.”
Donald reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cellphone, ready to call Azazel when the kid spoke up.
“If you call Father, you won't get the real story about why you were adopted. I mean, when Dad tried to explain it to you a couple of years ago, you pushed him away, even after he almost died because of you. If I sound angry about that, little big brother, it's because I am, even though he tried to hide it from me.”
Donald looked away from his phone and at the kid sitting next to him, seeing the seriousness of his words. Donald lowered his eyes, staring at his cellphone, knowing that the kid had a point. There were questions he wanted answers to that he’d been afraid to hear a couple of years ago, and now there was someone willing to answer them. He didn’t know what would happen after, but he had to take things one step at a time. Putting his cellphone down on the coffee table, he faced Kristoph.
“All right, I’m listening.”
“Like I said, there are a few things you will need to promise me first.”
“What are they?” Donald asked.
“One, anything I reveal about our family stays between us. I know that you have a mate, so telling him is fine. Dad says it's not good to keep secrets from family. Second, just because I’m visibly younger than you in age, don’t treat me like a kid. Third, I know you have another brother and family that you love. All I ask is that you give ours a chance, don’t push us away so easily. Me, Dad, and Uncle Orion want you in our life.”
