139: Rejection

Damien closes the door to his bedroom.

With his good hand still on the knob, he wonders how the fuck he's going to tell Ethan all this. It's two in the morning, but this can't wait.

He'd want to know, too.

He stops by Theo's room, because she's the one who knows how to deal with situations like this, and she was eager to find out who their brother is, too. Her room is dark, but he switches the lights on. His right hand hurts like a bitch, but he'll ignore the pain. In fact, it'll keep him anchored to reality because it feels like he's in a fucking nightmare.

She groans before sitting up in bed with some difficulty. She rubs her eyes and squints at him. "If the world isn't ending, we're going to have a fucking problem, Damien."

"It's Ethan," he says without introduction. He closes the door and makes his way to her bed. He sits on the edge, cradles his sliced hand.

"What do you mean?" she asks. "And what the hell happened to your hand?"

"Ethan's our brother. He's Daisy George's fucking