I hip-checked Nate just to watch him flinch. “A cipher key is mental.”
“Like you.” His retort felt right, familiar.
Jim hooted like a drunken owl. “There’s the brothers I know.”
“My father must have left word for the Priests, in case he met with a bad end.”
“Is that what you are?” Nate asked.
I shrugged. “You’ve banked on that for years.”
“Now it’s painted a target on my back.”
Jim snorted. “You fight like old women. I’ll tell the Priests you’re not what they heard.”
“But I am.”
“For once in your life, Seth, shut the hell up.”