Avery gave just a fleeting glance toward Silas before brushing past him, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she moved toward the chair in front of the TV.
Without a word, without even a pause, she sat down gracefully, her back straight, her eyes glued to the broadcast.
She didn't so much as acknowledge his presence.
Silas stood there frozen, his usually unreadable face betraying the faintest trace of hurt. He looked at her retreating figure like a lost puppy abandoned in the rain, silent, yearning, waiting for even the smallest scrap of her attention.
And Adrian saw everything.
His eyes widened as he watched his devil of a brother, the tyrant, the man who had haunted his childhood with endless lectures, drills, and merciless discipline, now looking like a sulking husband who had been ignored by his wife.
Adrian almost rubbed his eyes. Was the world actually changing? Did someone replace my brother with an actor?
Or was the world healing?
