“Ha, I believe that’s ‘pot calling the kettle black’ dear brother.” Erik pulled back from their hug and rolled his eyes, one of the few common traits between them. “And next time, tell me in advance that some random werewolf girl is staying at our house, for Sun’s sake!”
He’d forgotten about that.
“I shouldn’t have sent you away. You have just as much of a right to be in our home as I do.” Heldon apologized.
His brother and he had many disagreements over the years, but Heldon wasn’t innocent in their conflicts.
“I never actually left Kalent, you dolt. I just stayed at the brothel across the city to blow off some steam.” Erik looked at him as if the idea was completely absurd. “If I had known you’d get yourself into even more trouble, I would’ve returned earlier. Speaking of trouble, it’s night, where is that drampire of you–”
Erik cut himself off, face pale. His blue eyes cut over to Janz who reached for his broadsword.