“Your father fights dirty.”
Ezra’s answer came immediately.
“I know.”
“I mean dirtier than you’re letting yourself think.”
Ezra feinted and drove a punch forward but Declan blocked.
“I know.” Ezra repeated.
“You know he’ll go for old injuries, and you know he’ll goad you into losing your temper.”
Another hit landed. Harder this time.
“I said I know.”
“Then start acting like it.”
I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck while the bond carried the conversation that followed.
“He wants me angry.” Ezra said.
“Yeah.”
“He wants me reckless.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not giving him that.” Ezra said. Declan’s voice dropped slightly.
“What worries me is the other side of it.”
“What.”
“If you hold back because he’s your father, you might lose.”
I went still. That truth settled in my chest
