Chapter 2088

Nathaniel still had no idea what awaited him. He paced the mansion's corridors, hoping movement would chase away the fog, then headed for the bathroom, intent on a scalding shower.

The moment he faced the mirror, he stopped dead.

Foundation masked his complexion. Rosy lipstick glared back at him.

Arched brows that were drawn far too perfectly completed the grotesque tableau.

"Elliot!"

Instinct named the culprit.

After all, the kid had pranked him countless times. This, apparently, was another entry in that cursed ledger.

Fury cooled into icy determination. Nathaniel twisted the faucet, splashing water and half a bottle of facial cleanser over his face.

The pigments clung stubbornly. The more he scrubbed, the brighter his skin flushed and the darker his mood became.

Nathaniel scrubbed the lingering water from his face, then spun on his heel. In three long strides, he was out of the bathroom and heading for Elliot's bedroom.

livestreaming, the glow of his laptop painting the boy in soft blues. The camera had just enough time to capture a tall

of his gait. That single glimpse was enough to set

who on earth is

that

that your

the video window, hearts and exclamation points tumbling past

could type a reply, Nathaniel's voice, deep, cool, and edged with frost, cut

mic like velvet over steel, and every sound- obsessed viewer

my, that voice. He has to be

older brother?" The comments squealed, piling one over another until the chat box

Elliot swung around, bewilderment

across his

him and slapped the laptop shut The

what was that for?" Elliot protested, cheeks puffed

at his freshly washed cheeks. "What evil

schools preach happy education now. Even teachers skip winter homework. Maybe I should skip the extra assignments you

not talking about schoolwork," Nathaniel replied, breath warm with the

blinked faster. "Then what do you mean? I swear. Apart from avoiding

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