He started to walk away, grumbling about what an epic pain in his ass I was, but only made it a few paces. “Here.” He pulled a candy bar out of his back pocket and tossed it to me. Say what you want about Gibson Bodine, but my brother has a heart of gold. It’s just under a whole bunch of thorns. And maybe some gargoyles and fire-breathing dragons. But it’s there, and it’s a whole lot bigger than anyone else knows.
