Paxton could feel it, the despair clawing at his little brother. He knew it and had seen it before. A Davian in despair tended to veer towards stupid decisions and that's the last thing they needed right now.
Paxton stepped forward and backhanded Davian across his face. "Shut up."
Paxton stared down his brother. "They're not coming after us because of you. They're coming after us because of our last name. We are Riveras. That is what they're after: the money, the prestige and the power that comes with that. So don't you play that card. Dad has protected you and has kept you from being dead. He has protected me, even though I helped a wanted refuge. He has protected your angel, even though it went against all his instincts. You need to keep your head in the game. Got that?"