Luca wasn't sure why his brother suddenly looked unwell.
"Brother, are you that sensitive to lactose?" worried the golden-eyed boy, who didn't expect this turn of events.
But it wasn't lactose, and even if he developed a bad case of lactose intolerance, Ollie would have powered through it for pizza.
No, this was something deeper.
A mortal wound.
The kind of spiritual damage reserved only for those who had traumatized their good younger brother.
And right about now, the pizza he had just guzzled up seemed like it wasn't a luxury he deserved after failing him like this!
"Luca, you need to be honest with me." Ollie started, his voice practically cracking as he tried figuring out how bad it was. "How are you? Did anything in that book scare you?"
"Huh?"
Now it was really Luca's turn to blink up at the blonde, who looked like he was one push away from crying.
Scared? Why would he be scared?
