Axel hadn't yet regained the strength to sit upright for long, but his sharp eyes were very much alive. Those eyes were fixed directly on Marlon, who had made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, sitting in the empty space near Axel's feet.
The intensity of Axel's stare was impossible to ignore. It was deep, searching, and filled with suspicion. Marlon tried to keep his focus elsewhere, staring at the plain white walls, but the weight of Axel's gaze finally pressed down on him until he couldn't take it anymore.
He snapped his head toward his brother with irritation. "Big brother, if you have something to say, then say it. Why are you staring at me so creepily? You're making the hair on the back of my neck stand up."
Axel rolled his eyes, exhaling a breath that made his chest ache faintly from the wound. Still, his voice was firm when he spoke. "Marlon, tell me. Why on earth did you follow Lucian to his house?"
