Chapter 39: Globe Amaranth, Part 2
A sudden thought occurred to him. "What did your brother think of all this?"
"He did not care," Sangre said. "We are twins, but we were never particularly close. It was better after he got married. His wife brought out the better parts of him that he had never bothered to display before. He thought I was a fool, but I thought the same of him. Once his wife died, he became despicable." Sangre's mouth tightened with anger. "I will never forget the way Gilles looked the day I finally brought him home."
Aubrey frowned but did not ask. "Why does Gilles still go to see him, then?"
"That is complicated," Sangre replied.
"Everything is complicated," Aubrey muttered, turning to look at his sister again.
Sangre sighed. "Yes, it is." He set aside his newest sketch and began still another.
Aubrey looked in surprise at the new one - it was of him, sitting on Carmilla's bed. He coughed and looked away, reaching out restlessly to stroke Carmilla's hair.