There’s an ache inside my chest that’s growing rapidly. “Mal?” “Yes?” “I’m sorry about your brother.” He stiffens. “I’m not saying that because I don’t want you to kill Declan. I mean, I don’t want you to kill Declan, but that’s a separate thing. I just … I’m sorry for your loss. Even though we’re not that close, if my sister died, part of me would, too.” After a moment of thought, I admit reluctantly, “Maybe the best part.”
