This man was a crazed fellow who burst into his carriage, spouting nonsense about a supposed territory he couldn’t even remember the name of. He’d menaced him. He’d touched him. He’d made strange, wild promises. And yet nothing was quite so strange as the fear he felt at the way he claimed ‘they’ could do anything ‘they’ wanted.

Too close. Sounded weird. Kind of made his heart palpitate. That was the kind of nonsense his fraternity brothers joked about women. The cart continued to bounce along the road. What would Darius’ creepy friend have done if someone even creepier whispered in his ear?

Hm. Probably say something even creepier back.

“My brother looks beautiful dead,” Roderick blurted out with a gritted, feral look.

Okay. Maybe not like that. But what … what if he acted like the crazier one?