Marcus walked to where he'd thrown the Purdey. Picked it up. Began reloading with deliberate calm that cost him every ounce of will he still possessed, but his fingers were trembling with the need to put a shell through that perfect golden face.
"Is that why you're here? To brag? Show off how well your Bloodline planned ahead?"
Danton threw his head back and laughed—bright, genuine, absolutely delighted with himself. The laugh made you want to commit violence until your hands bled and your soul cracked.
"Now you're getting grumpy like an old man! All cranky and bitter!" He spread his arms wide, spinning once like a child showing off a new outfit. "Although my little bloodlne did plan ahead like I had planned before THAT happened to us—quite brilliantly, if I do say so myself, which I do, frequently—I didn't forget you, Helel. I never forget my friends."
He paused. "Well. Sometimes I forget their birthdays. But never their faces!"
