At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

was only a few steps behind him. The moment the two men saw each other, Darius went visibly pale.

“Forester,” he said.

“Rowan,” Zevian replied, with the pleasant neutrality of someone who has no particular emotional stake in the moment. “It’s been a while.”

Odora looked between them. “You two know each other?”

“From business,” Darius said, working to continue reading …