~Valeria~
I walked into Caius's room and immediately knew I'd made a mistake.
Zane was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding this jar of ointment, spreading it on Caius's burned arm. Except he was pressing down way harder than necessary, like he was trying to cause pain on purpose.
Caius winced but didn't say anything, just sat there taking it with this blank expression that probably meant he was biting back about fifty insults.
Why is Zane like this? Why does he have to be petty even when someone's injured?
The second Zane saw me walk in, his whole vibe changed. His touch went gentle, his face softened, and he smiled at me like he hadn't just been low-key torturing his brother.
"Valeria, don't worry," he said, his voice all sweet and reassuring. "I'm helping Caius with his ointmen
