He scoffed at that. “There’s not a soul alive who cares about me, Jude. This isn’t bloody news to me.” It didn’t come out like he was looking for pity, but like some well-known fact he was tired of talking about. “What are you talking about?” I scowled. “Gideon cares about you.” I care about you. He gave me a look that sent a shiver down my spine. “You know nothing about Gideon, Jude.” “What does that even mean?” He rested his head back on the door with a quiet thud. “Forget it.”
