Paxton resisted the urge to hiss back, knowing that he should rein in his temper. Getting angry with Davian didn't work when he was being defensive like this, and for once in his life, his little brother needed to listen. Not because Paxton wanted something of him or because Davian had something stupid, no, because Davian needed to realize that the way he was acting, he wouldn't survive.
"Then start acting like it," Paxton said, though he tried to keep his voice from growing harsh and clipped. "If you go at it the way you've been going at it... You've been doing well, I know. Dancing. Working at Duke's. Apparently, you have a glimmer of potential after all. But you need to start. Thinking. About. The. Future."
Paxton sighed, slumping back in his chair and looking forward with an almost wistful determination. "Because if you don't, you won't have one. And Ambriel isn't the only one who will miss you."