CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIVE

Noah's Pov

The silence at the table was sickening. So much so I could even hear my own thoughts through my ears. As the three brothers sat in a slanted circle in front of me, with all their heads down and facing their fingers; fiddling with them in distraction. Colin sat just ahead and beside me, close to the siblings, yet keeping his distance. While I sat at the behest of all of them, looking at the crown of their heads, at the same time looking for words to say.

I trailed off as I remembered what Colin had said before now. How he raised his voice in indignation when I told him he shouldn't have attacked them. How he was unnerving and eerie in his outlook, stance, and even words, just on seeing the brothers. It seemed somehow like he knew them, and because he did, he was averse to them. Yet I hadn't the slightest idea why he was so unconcerned on seeing them? I had told him they were important, but he didn't care. And when he saw them face to face, the indifference grew wings.

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