C107 Death Left a Gift.

Dontrell took a step forward, his entire frame coiled like a predator ready to strike. “You’re not welcome here.”

Clayton didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked bored. “You always were quick to anger.” His gaze flickered to me. “Is he always like this, Allison? Or is it just a brother thing?”

I stiffened at being dragged into their war.

“Don’t,” Dontrell snapped. “Don’t talk to her