“You’re my brother. I hate you—I hate you so fucking much, but you’re my brother,” he hisses, flashing the coin tattoo on his inner bicep that mirrors the only one I own. The same one Alistair and Silas bear. “You’re his brother! Silas is locked in a goddamn ward. I buried someone I love without you and thought you’d be next. I’m not losing any more of you, regardless of your frigid personality.”
