He came back to himself, back to Daniel, the acceptance of what he'd done almost a relief.

Daniel didn't judge. "There are people I want you to meet." His hand gripped Fresco's shoulder. "Plans we have to make."

He found himself shaking his head even as his heart hardened.

"I can't," Fresco said. "I'm done, Daniel. No more fighting. Whatever plans you have, they're yours. I'm out."

His brother didn't contradict him.

"You're a filthy, disgusting ...