Bab 167: Don't Be Reckless

At midnight, Vyan lay in his bed. But despite the extra lavender incense, sleep remained elusive to him. The room was dark, illuminated only by a small lamp on his nightstand. 

Every time he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories of Aster—the way he always took care of Vyan, pranked him, pulled his cheeks, read him bedtime stories, and so much more. Sure, he couldn't remember everything due to them being lost in time. But he did know that his brother had sacrificed too much for him.

If Vyan was born to be Aster's light, how could he allow Aster to remain shackled in darkness?

Just imagining what must have gone over Aster in the last sixteen years made Vyan's soul shiver. It was nearly impossible to stay in a solitary confinement for a week and not go crazy, and his brother had… for sixteen fucking years!

Vyan sat up suddenly, his heart racing. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I have to do something," he muttered.