With a sigh of relief, Tryson leaned down and extended a hand to help the older male to his feet. Tryson clapped a hand to his upper arm and thanked him again.
Rayf was still trying to clear his head, but he made it up and stomped his feet. "Don't thank me yet. You have a long way to go," he muttered.
"You've saved me some time. I'm grateful."
The older male grunted, then looked over his shoulder. Suddenly his voice was live in Tryson 's mind.
Your brother will stand in your way if he can. He has enjoyed his power. He sits at Lina's feet, he warned Tryson .
Tryson 's upper lip curled, but he only nodded, then turned away, careful not to face the direction Diane and Levi stood.
She hated it when he fought. She would look at him—search him for injury—he knew, and he couldn't let her
