Flesh and Blood

Donovan's POV.

Dominic smirked, a cocky tilt to his lips, even though he looked like he’d been through hell. “In the flesh,” he said, his voice rough, filled with sarcasm, as if this moment was nothing more than a casual reunion.

But for me, it was everything. I didn’t care about the tattered clothes hanging off his thin frame or the layer of grime on his face. All I saw was my brother. My blood.