A sliver of light shined under the door.
Azriel watched, what little muscle he had tensing. A dark spot—someone's foot—split the light. He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his knees up, tucking his head in.
Whispers everyone swore signaled madness sounded around him. Told him what awful things his brother outside the door planned to do. Told him the other one would be there as soon as he found the oil.
Six hours before he could come out. Three days before he could see his mom. No escape. He braced himself for another day as their plaything.