We Don't Have To Be Strangers

Leonardo never halted in his frantic pace, despite pulling his brother far away from Lennox and Dahmer's grasp, his heart pounding.

He had swiftly donned his hood before intervening, aware that discretion was key in this precarious situation. Despite knowing he should have kept his head down and walked away, Leonardo couldn't bring himself to abandon his brother and watch him get taken away by those people, not this time.

His only hope was that they hadn't caught a glimpse of his face.

As they neared the forest's exit, Donovan suddenly wrenched his arm free from his brother's grasp, and, in one swift motion, seized his instead, bringing their desperate escape to a sudden halt.

"Wait," Donovan cautioned. "Don't go any further. I can sense royal guards ahead."

Leonardo's gaze followed Donovan's implicit direction, his eyes fixed intently on the gap behind the bushes. Though he didn't detect any signs of royal guard, he trusted his brother's instincts.