“You know what I fucking think?” Ryke asks, fuming. “I think you get off being the superhero to my brother. I think you like the way he looks at you—like you’re invulnerable. While he stands beneath you, weak, looking for guidance and you take advantage of all of that—” “Stop,” Connor says forcefully, and I can see his chest rising. “Tell me that I’m wrong,” Ryke says. “Tell me that you’re not destroying him.” “I love him,” Connor says with so much conviction. “I would never intentionally harm Lo.”
