AMARIS
Darius was an attention whore who liked to make every moment about him and right now he was doing just that.
I had not even spotted Darius in the crowd, which tracked, because my brother had two settings his whole life, invisible when it suited him and impossible to ignore when it didn't, and apparently tonight had tipped over into the second one.
He rose from four rows back, left side, the seat with the cleanest sightline to the platform, because naturally that was where he had put himself.
Of course it was.
Not one single time in our entire lives had Darius stood up for anything that was not, underneath all of it, somehow about Darius.
Across the platform Ryker had gone very still, watching my brother get to his feet. Rowan's hand had drifted toward his side without seeming to realize it, the way it did when he was bracing for something.
And me, I just stood there with blood running down my wrist, already tired of whatever was about to come out of my brother's mouth.
