#Chapter 60: Brother’s Fate

Alaric The cold metal of the watch glinted under the harsh lights of the interrogation room. I held it between my fingers, thumb brushing over the engraved initials for what felt like the millionth time that morning. A.S.D. Asher Samuel Donovan. The watchmaker had confirmed the watch’s owner without a moment of hesitation. He recalled it like the back of his hand: custom-made, sold two years ago, picked up by Asher himself when it was complete. There was no denying it now—Asher had been there, and he hadn’t even bothered to cover his tracks. In the weeks following my joining with Elara, so much had happened in such a short span of time that it felt like a blur. At home, our private life was pure bliss. I admitted it: I’d fallen for her that night. I think I had fallen for her long before that, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that we were together now, in all the ways that counted, and our relationship… Well, our relationship was