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He hadn’t even seen this coming.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true, now was it? The more he went through the events of the last couple of years, the more it made sense that now, after all this time, he was being accused of the things he was being held in that cell for. Still, he had always trusted that if he kept his mouth shut, if he just stayed the fuck out of it, that he wouldn’t be caught up in his brother’s personal shit storm. He had been his older brother’s lawyer on countless occasions – had helped him get out of some seriously dirty shit, but had never discussed the cases with anyone but him.

Augustus had told him things that he never wanted to hear from his own blood – admissions of being part of his army; tales about all the things he had done, always told with some sense of self satisfaction and maybe even a little amusement at times. It made his stomach churn, but as Donovan always had, he bit his tongue and didn’t flinch or turn away. He just listened.

He listened but didn’t do a fucking thing about it. He hadn’t done anything because no matter how horrible the things he had done were, he was still family - he was his own flesh and blood, and coming from the type of family Donovan had come from, that connection was stronger than any other. That sense of loyalty, that sense of dedication.

He had kept his brother and his cronies away from others he cared about for so many years – he knew the only reason Jonas or Danielle had escaped unscathed was because Augustus felt the same way about family as his younger sibling. Donovan knew that the only reason he had been able to save Danni that night at Mungo’s, the night they had kissed again for the first time after 5 years, was because Augustus had given him a heads up about where the Dark Lord’s army was going to attack next.

Now, he was being accused of being a part of it all. He had been taken from his home, from Danielle’s arms, and tossed into that cell like a criminal. The longer he sat on the cot in the corner, his head in his hands, the longer he felt like a criminal. His silence had caused so many others so much pain…but he couldn’t just throw his brother to the wolves, like he was nothing.

The mention of his name made his fingers curl into his hair, eyes squeezing tighter together as he let out a long breath. He would sit up, but his line of vision didn’t travel over to Danielle until she was already passed the guard. His heart leaped into his throat at the sight of her, and he swallowed roughly as he watched her approach. There was nothing said, not while the guard was still standing there, but he would eventually rise to his feet once he had turned away to give the doctor relative privacy with ‘the prisoner’.

“Danni…” He looked away from her, over to the guard, hoping he hadn’t heard the whispered sound of her name pass through his lips. She would surely be told to leave, if they knew she had a relationship with Rookwood. He looked back to her, keeping his voice quiet as his fingers twitched at his sides. “…you shouldn’t be here.”

He spoke out of worry, not because he didn’t want her to be there. God, she was like a beam of light in that place – she was beautiful, and warm, and he wanted to hold her – knowing he couldn’t in that moment was torture.