James, Paxton, and that sneaky little sloth demon
James let go, but he didn't step away. With Davian at his feet, James scowled down at him, a tick in his cheek. Brother. Brother? Samuel's broken bloodied face came to mind, the gore covered trophy James had used to beat him to death still gripped in James' tight fist. He relaxed his grip and the memory slipped away.
James blinked. Knowing his own threshold, he stepped away from Davian and moved off to the side to collect himself. "Deal with him," he growled at Paxton.