He drunkenly stumbled on the stairs, cursing as he crashed against the wall. But there was no one to see him, so he straightened and continued his flight.
He needed to get away.
Away from her.
Away from Farkas.
He wanted to be happy for his brother. Wanted to love her like a sister. Like a good man could. But he was not a good man.
He coveted her. Desired her the way one should not desire their brother's woman. He had not known. Gods help him he had not known.