But it made sense. Orion’s reluctance to being coddled. His urge to defend us. His aggressive characteristics. We’d assumed he was just unique. I’d always known in my bones that he wasn’t a gentle guy. We’d characterized him as such because he was quiet and physically smaller than Corvus and me. Plus, he was breathtakingly stunning. Corvus always said he was the prettiest male devil he’d ever seen. It had always made sense. It had always been the most obvious explanation. Until we’d met someone physically smaller than all of us—someone who spiraled and fell apart during battle; someone who
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