"No, never mind," I said, glancing back over my shoulder at Black, who had been trailing my steps from the dining hall out to the courtyard.

"But Don, it wouldn't be safe for you to go alone..." he pressed, his brow furrowed.

I cut him off mid-sentence, pulling back the hem of my jacket to expose the sleek grip of the suppressed pistol tucked securely into my waistband.

"You aren't as good a shot as I am, are you?" I teased, keeping my tone light, though my eyes remained cold.

Black didn't smile. His face remained etched with genuine, heavy concern over the prospect of me confronting my brother without...