"No," he said without hesitation, accustomed to Darian's odd questions.
Darian's gaze grew pensive.
He watched the change, irritated by the bizarre mood swings and cryptic ramblings that defined Darian's speech lately.
He rose and left Darian's room for the foyer, where Toni was waiting for him.
Any minute now Darian's going to beat down your door.
He resisted the urge to reach out to her as he did Sofi when the Oracle cried after a particularly brutal session with Darian's bad memories.
He grated his teeth to see Darian's number on the screen.
Dusty knew at once by Darian's tone that whatever the Grey God wanted to do, it would get him in trouble.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
Darian's probably going to ask you if he can go visit the cat.
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
They looked after him before she met Darian's gaze.
Darian's voice reminded Dusty of the world outside Bianca's body.
He planted his hands on Darian's shoulders, and the Grey God looked up.
Dusty twisted to look up at Darian, not understanding Darian's concern.
Your path is intertwined with Darian's, so you'll be there when he needs to know this.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
Darian's voice jarred him out of his thoughts.
Darian's interest was piqued.
Darian held out his as well, and Jule took both their hands, at once bombarded with Bianca's cool energy and Darian's hot energy.
Darian's power burned while Bianca's healed the invisible wounds created by the Grey God.
"Darian's not crazy enough to challenge an Other," Damian said.
"Darian's here," Sofi replied with a laugh.
Darian's own power seemed to grow every time she knocked him down, and Jule looked at the Grey God curiously.
Darian's head was spinning, his mind reverberating with the power of the site.
You here to kick Darian's ass again?
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
Darian's words haunted him again, and he quickly suppressed the memories.
Darian's whisper was tortured.
In the long silence that followed, she heard Darian's sobs.
He paced, mind racing with memories he could no longer suppress, thoughts of his brother, of Claire, of Darian's death.
He was reliving the pain of Darian's death, sickened by his own cowardice.
No. It was Darian's rule—if you trust someone, don't do it.
"Darian's death is not your fault," Dusty said in a hushed tone.
"Darian's finally dead to me," Damian said hoarsely.
She stirred from her trance at the voice, mind replaying scenes of Darian's death.
If she closed her eyes, she'd see the home video of Darian's funeral pile.
You were meant to be at Darian's side.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
"Holy shit," Dustin breathed as the flashlight rose to Darian's face.
Sofia pushed Darian's hands away.
He stared into Darian's gold eyes, seeking some sign of the man he'd known.