Darius heard someone roar outside, so he looked out and saw Lyon on the ground, covered in blood again. This wasn’t something he’d expected. He raised an eyebrow and met Lyon’s hatred-filled gaze. He sighed.

Borisin looked at him with a smile in his eyes. “I thought you’d take his life like you did that old lady’s.”

“Stop trying to frame me. Her death has nothing to do with me.”

Borisin narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you think that sounds weird?”

Darius nodded, propping his head up with his arm on the window. “It does.” He crossed his legs at the knees and tapped his fingers against the seat’s armrest.

“There’s really no need for you to test me because all you’re going to get is another lie.” He wiggled his eyebrows and shut his eyes, not saying anything else.

Borisin frowned at his attitude. His reaction wasn’t within Borisin’s expectations, so he didn’t know what to say. Soon, the silence was broken. When the fighting ended, Bridget ran over to them. “Mr. Reid, I’ve already rounded everyo