"On you?" Damian laughed once, a sound made entirely of edges. "And what good does that do anyone if her trail is already burned into half this city, and someone puts a bullet in her on the way home? What exactly do you plan to take responsibility with, Damon? Your regrets?"
"Enough."
"Enough."
The two voices collided. Damon's was sharp, aimed squarely at his older brother. Darius didn't even raise his head. He simply pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, lifted a freshly printed page from his stack, and tossed it onto the coffee table between his brothers like a sword laid down between dueling knights.
"There are bigger things on this table than the two of you fighting over a scent."
The page silenced them both. They looked away from each other in the same breath, jaws set, p
