"Wha, what?" Lane asked in between coughs.
So Damien had done some digging. He must have had. During their short exchange, Lane never told him his age or date of birth. Damien must have known it from his file or somewhere. And who his parents were as well, since otherwise, he and Nyla could be two unrelated people who just happened to share their date of birth. Unlikely case, but Damien wouldn't state such an assumption out loud without concrete evidence.
Lane gulped down the drink Damien pushed his way and put the half-empty cup down, gasping for breath. "She has a brother?"
"Yes…" Damien drawled, his emerald eyes now fully focused on Lane. "You didn't know that?"
"How was I supposed to know?" Lane arched his brows, and grabbed another wing, acting as casual as he could.
"I thought you were familiar with the Allens?"
"Well yeah… But we were never close or anything. I always thought Nyla was an only child." Lane shrugged his shoulders.