“Bryce,” I said, nodding slightly as I rose to face him.
It didn’t worry me to turn my back on Vohanna. She’d enjoy this confrontation too much to interfere.
“Ruenn,” Bryce replied, his voice mocking as he smiled with inked-black lips.
I glanced my brother over. He looked sick...and dangerous. His eyes were the rust-red of burned earth, with savage embers of bright ruby working in the depths where his pupils should have been. His hair hung lank over his shoulders to the waist, and it was white upon white where once it had been nearly as dark brown as mine. At least his features were the same, though whip-lean and with every inch of skin covered by snarling tattoos in red, green, blue, and gold.
My gaze dropped down to his right fist where it rested on the baroque hilt of a scabbarded s
