Darius's POV
Damon was still going. Same question, different angle, like if he asked it one more time the answer would rearrange itself into something he could live with. When, exactly, had Kate seen him. Where. What had her face looked like.
I clenched my jaw.
The tires shrieked as I yanked the wheel and threw the car onto the shoulder of an empty road.
"What the hell, Darius?"
Damon's voice cracked up an octave. He hadn't lost his temper in years. Apparently I had a gift.
"One question. A dozen ways. And you've handed me one answer that was a riddle, not a reply. Time, Darius. What time did Kate see me."
I popped the door and walked out onto the gravel. Wrong direction, on purpose.
Damon leaned across the seat. "Are Voss operatives staked out down here?"
"No. But my destination
