Chapter 12

Brax shot him a look of disgust. “What do you think?”

“Undoubtedly both. Were you Braxton O’Hara when that happened?”

“Come on. You know better than that. Have you always been Kyle Grayson?”

Kyle snorted. “Only for the past five years. Before that…Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“It never does, with our kind. Elio Russo was someone else as well, when we first…met, for lack of a better word.”

“Who?” Kyle asked.

“Eliot Russell. Not a terribly creative name—” Brax didn’t get to finish his sentence because Kyle was swearing vehemently. “I take it you know him.”

“Know of, although I’ve never met him. I thought he was dead. At least that’s what I was told.” Kyle’s lips curled up in a snarl.

“He’s not, but why do you care?”