“Your family has its own glaring set of fuck-ups,” I snap. “Yeah? At least mine didn’t lie to me about my curse just to keep me a miserable fucking loner all my life.” I flinch. Maven tenses. Baelfire immediately clamps his mouth shut, gripping the side of his head. “Fuck. Yeah, I felt it as I was saying it. Too soon. Sorry, Snowflake.” I try to change the topic quickly. “If we’re going to his family’s territory in Canada, we should—” Everett, Maven reaches out through the bond, pinning me with a fierce look.
