Devon took a shaky step back. "That's not..."
"And when you were dying," Dezyne went on, voice cracking with fury, "who saved you? Him? Or me? Who dragged you back to life? Him? Or Aelthir?"
Devon's chest tightened painfully. "It's not that simple."
"It is," Dezyne spat. "You almost died tonight because your heart was louder than your damn brain."
Devon's vision blurred. Not with magic this time. But with tears. "I didn't ask to feel this way."
"No," Dezyne said harshly, "you didn't. But you refuse to stop."
Devon turned away, breath shaking. He wiped at his face roughly. "You wouldn't understand."
"I understand enough," Dezyne said. "I understand that you're being stupid."
"Dezyne..."
"No, shut up and listen for once!"
Devon froze. His brother rarely raised his voice. But tonight, Dezyne's fury was a tidal wave.
