Michael scowled as he stared at Damian. “I was not scared of you,” he snapped. “I would never be scared of you.”
“You were.”
“I was not.”
Mercy rolled her eyes and snatched her arm away from her brother, and none of the men could stop her from storming up the stairs. When Micahel turned to look at her surprised, she waved her arm. “Don’t act too surprised. We all heard it. Damian, was it? Stop being a little Sprite and grow a pair. Michael is telling you he was scared you would die. He was scared for you, not of you. I don’t know how much longer I can listen to this.”
“I didn’t want you to listen,” Micahel whispered, face bright red.
Mercy snorted. “You should have thought of that before you brought us along. Now, Damian, you and Micahel are going to go down into the living room and t
