While they were identical, Harris didn’t suffer the affliction of red-rimmed eyes or creases on his forehead, as Ash knew he’d currently have if he braved a look in a mirror. He worked hard to open both eyes and stare down his brother as he leant over him. “On today of all days.”Īsh did not deny it. He closed both eyes and concentrated working through the fog that had crowded his mind several hours ago and left him lethargic and almost unable to move from his bed. “What the devil are you doing here?” he grumbled, hearing the gritty tone to his voice. The sense of being watched failed to dissipate so he forced that eye open once more and peered at his reflection. He closed it again at the sight that greeted him.
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