“Kami’s brothers,” Rusty said, his voice slow and unaffected by Jared’s sharpness. “What would you do for them? Would you do anything to save them, if you could?” Jared would have thought that was obvious. From the way Rusty was looking at him, careful, a little wary, as if he was testing him, he supposed it was not. He figured that it was reasonable enough for Rusty to doubt him. “Anyone who is Kami’s is mine,” Jared said, trying to explain,
