“He can’t help how he feels,” I said. “Don’t make this more difficult on him, okay? He was turned, used, and left.” “Like you?” he asked. I chewed the inside of my lip, thinking of how to word the next part gently. “Not really. Kaden helped me more.” That didn’t help. Samkiel bristled, the perfect line of his jaw flexing. “Before or after he asked you to… How did you word it? Blow him?” Samkiel said, and I felt the storm in his voice.
