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When he stepped out into the pebbled courtyard, he stopped dead. “Zsadist.”

Z kept on walking toward the Escalade.

“Zsadist.”

His twin paused, put his hands on his hips, and didn’t turn around. “If this is about you and the lesser shit, don’t try to apologize again.”

Phury reached up and loosened the collar on his shirt. “It’s not.”

“I don’t want to hear about the red smoke, either. Or your getting kicked the fuck out of the Brotherhood.”

“Turn around, Z.”

“Why.”

There was a long pause. Then he gritted out in a hard voice, “You never said thank-you.”

Z’s head shot over his shoulder. “Excuse me?”

“You. Never. Thanked. Me.”

“For what?”

“For saving you. Goddamn it, I saved you from that whore Mistress of yours and what she did to you. And you never thanked me.” Phury walked up to his twin, his voice getting louder and louder. “I searched for you for a fucking century, and then I got your ass out of there and saved your fucking life—”

Zsadist leaned forward on his shitkickers, pointing his finger out like a gun. “You want credit for rescuing me? Don’t hold your breath. I never asked you for the fucking favor. That was all about your Good Samaritan complex.”

“If I hadn’t gotten you out, you wouldn’t have Bella!”

“And if you hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in danger of dying right now! You want gratitude? Better pat yourself on the back, because I’m not feeling it at the moment.”

The words drifted off into the night as if looking for other ears to fill.

Phury blinked, then found words coming out of his mouth, words he’d wanted to say for a long time. “I buried our parents by myself. I was the only one who took care of their bodies, who smelled the smoke of the burning—”

“And I never knew them. They were strangers to me, and so were you when you showed up—”

“They loved you!”

“Enough to stop looking for me! Fuck them! You think I didn’t know he stopped? I went back and traced the trail from that house you burned down. I know how far our father went before he gave up. You think I give a shit about him? He let me go!”

“You were more real to them than I was! You were everywhere in that house, you were everything to them!”

“Boo-fucking-hoo, Phury,” Z snapped. “Don’t you dare poor-me it with me. Do you have any idea what my life was like?”

“I lost my fucking leg for you!”

“You chose to come after me! If you don’t like the way things worked out, don’t bitch to me about it!”

Phury exhaled hard, absolutely stunned. “You ungrateful bastard. You ungrateful motherfucker . . . You mean to tell me you would rather have stayed with the Mistress?” When there was nothing but silence, he shook his head. “I’d always thought the sacrifices I’d made were worth it. The celibacy. The panic. The physical costs.” Anger resurged. “Not to mention the royal head fuck I got from the number of the times you asked me to beat the living shit out of you. And now you tell me you would rather have stayed a blood slave?”

“Is that what all this is about? You want me to justify this self-destructive savior streak you got going on by being grateful?” Z laughed low and hard. “Whatever. You think I’m having a party watching you smoke and drink yourself into an early grave? You think I like what I saw the other night in that alley?” Z cursed. “Fuck it, I’m so not playing this. Wake up, Phury. You’re killing yourself. Quit searching for crutches and spouting lies, and take a good long look at yourself.”

On some dim inner level Phury realized that this collision between the two of them had been overdue. And that his twin had a point.

But so did he.

He shook his head again. “I don’t think I’m wrong to ask for some acknowledgment. I’ve been invisible in this family all my life.”

There was a stretch of silence.

Then Z spat, “For fuck’s sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.”

The dismissive tone sparked the anger again, and Phury’s arm swung of its own volition, his fist catching Z on the thick of the jaw, the crack like a homer hit off a wooden bat.

Z went on a flying spin and landed on Rhage’s GTO like a tarp.