"Let's not get carried away now, we're still brothers." Ronald intervened, stepping in-between Edmund and Lucian.
"The last time I remembered, one of you tried to murder me! And now I'm tied up in god knows where!" Lucian retorted, angry and full of hate for the men before him. How did they find him? Had Miriam told them about him—
He paused, his thoughts slowly drifting back to his sister. "What did you do to Miriam?" He inquired, his eyes darkening with rage. He was certain Miriam would never sell him out to people like this. So how on earth had they managed to find him?
"Miriam is safe. She's not in the best condition, but she's receiving treatment." Ronald replied, his tone soft but his expression cold.
"What did you do to her?! You bastards! What on earth did you do to her?!"
"Watch your tongue, you spoiled brat! You're pushing your luck, and it will run out soon." Edmund cautioned sternly, the hate in his voice and eyes as clear as day.