Ian's expression turned ugly as he recalled Hunter's brutal workout in the name of staying fit. His limbs always felt disconnected from his body, and he was sore for days afterward.
He subconsciously rubbed his shoulders, as if driven by muscle memory. He hesitated when he remembered the pain, nearly giving in, but then caught Hunter's eyes flickering with relief and victory.
"I change my mind. We both suffer together. It strengthens our brotherly bond. Drink.'' Ian muttered with a cruel smile curling his lips.
Hunter's eyes dimmed, feeling his hope shattered like glass. He shot Ina a look that promised payback for his heartlessness. Taking deep breaths, he opened the vial and swallowed the liquid in a burst of courage.
