“And thus you have never told anyone of this curse? No one but myself, since you were twelve years old?” “I could not,” Will said. “How could I be sure they would form no attachment to me, once they knew the truth? A story like that might engender pity, pity could become attachment, and then . . .” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “Are you not concerned about me?” “That you might love me?” Will sounded genuinely startled. “No, for you hate Nephilim, do you not?
this was really cute…
