Aden’s [POV]

I meet Dariel halfway up the apartment stairs. From the glower darkening his deep olive skin, I guess Kade has been in one of his rare chatty moods. “Dariel.”

Although I stop in front of him, Dariel’s green stare goes through me. Enough that I know he’s weighing up whether he’s going to shove me out of the way or order me to move. “Kade said he saw—”

“He doesn’t know what he saw,” I say. “We need to talk. All of us. Right now.”

“You look ...