Cain clenched his teeth, fury rising from the pit of his soul. The memory of that last instant before losing consciousness still burned behind his eye. The golden projectile, the sting of the ambush, and the cold certainty of who had fired it.
"Brother."
The word hissed through his lips like venom. A dangerous light flickered in his eyes as he whispered it, sharp with pain and recognition. There was no denying the connection between him and the Crimson Exarch. They were indeed born from the same fundamental particles, and he would not play mental gymnastics to hide the truth. Yet, that connection made nothing to diminish the rage coiling inside him.
Cain hated interference. He hated anyone daring to touch the threads of his destiny.
But anger could wait. For now, something far more urgent demanded his attention, his heart.
