Chapter 13 Brother Knows Best
- The man held the blade like a keepsake. Carefully, like the way one might cradle a pressed flower or the last tooth of an extinct animal.
- Kayne’s blood had long since dried to a dark, brittle seam along the edge. He hadn’t cleaned it. Not once. The scent was nearly gone now, dulled by time, but he remembered it.
- He remembered the exact moment the knife had slipped into Kayne’s side.