“Are you really going to stand here and compare secrets with me?” “It’s not the same.” He winces. “It’s exactly the same!” I grip the strap of the bag to keep from jabbing him in the chest with my finger. How fucking dare he. “I’m researching the wards for you.” “Why do you think I’m so angry?” The tension in his eyes, his posture, his tone equals mine. “Because you don’t like being on the other side of secrets.”
