Estranged

Dorian grimaced as he pressed a palm against his still-tender side where Herod's blade had kissed him just the day before. "They were estranged."

"And now, he suddenly calls on his long-lost sibling?" Herod snapped. "Family's just a convenient weapon these days, isn't it?"

Dorian hesitated, measuring his next words. "I didn't think he'd go to him for help."

Herod paused, his eyes narrowing. "Well then…" he said slowly, a dark smile creeping onto his lips. "I suppose I'll just have to put an end to the Raventhorn bloodline… technically." He muttered the last part more to himself. Of course, Ava was still pregnant though Herod refused to see that child as anything more than a temporary inconvenience. A Raventhorn, yes, but under his control.