"Sit. You're giving me a crick."
I pulled off my coat and sat down. "He's being ridiculous."
"His entire life he'd been told he was a chosen one. Then he wasn't. You were. None of the regular rituals worked on him and the one thing that did make him Rasha was some witchy ceremony. Half of him is convinced it's temporary and the other half is terrified that even if it isn't, the Brotherhood will find out and take the magic away." Kane fixed a strand of his black spiky hair. "He doesn't want anything that might draw attention or reflect badly on him. As your twin, that includes you."
"Like you guys had some big heart to heart?"
"I don't do those." Kane patted his cheeks. "Excess emotion causes age spots." He beamed at the waitress who had returned with a sloshing pitcher and two clean glasses. "You do get that I've known Ari most of his life, right?"
"Uh, well, no."