02-12-2022, 01:33 PM
There was a brief hike of his brows at Darius’ own mother’s suggestions.
‘Your family is terrible,’ Zechariah wanted to say. ‘Every, single, last one of you is rotten to the core! Your eldest was a murderer, you are a death-obsessed backstabber, your mother is a gold digger, and the whole lot of you make my least favorite brother look like a misunderstood angel!’
But he refrained. God, it was good to be better than someone else! Instead, he reached for the wine that had just been put aside and poured himself a hearty one. He allowed his eyes to lust for Darius’ drink only momentarily.
“Tell me more about this danger,” Zechariah said.
He washed his mouth with kosher wine. It was going to be a long Yom Kippur.
‘Your family is terrible,’ Zechariah wanted to say. ‘Every, single, last one of you is rotten to the core! Your eldest was a murderer, you are a death-obsessed backstabber, your mother is a gold digger, and the whole lot of you make my least favorite brother look like a misunderstood angel!’
But he refrained. God, it was good to be better than someone else! Instead, he reached for the wine that had just been put aside and poured himself a hearty one. He allowed his eyes to lust for Darius’ drink only momentarily.
“Tell me more about this danger,” Zechariah said.
He washed his mouth with kosher wine. It was going to be a long Yom Kippur.
