Lucien’s cold voice cut in, “Is there a particular reason you consider the silly chit our responsibility?” Ruarc lunged forward. His claws shot out and swiped Lucien across the chest. Before he could follow up on the attack, Lucien sidestepped while Jason got between them. The small altercation was nothing new; with Ruarc’s hot temper and Lucien’s tendency to be blunt to the point of being unfeeling, their personalities often clashed. I had given up on civilizing them years ago.
