‘And the worst of it is, I feel like the foulest, most ungrateful bastard on earth.’ ‘No, you’re not—’ Harry begins. Iain’s head is tilted back, and Harry watches as a tear tracks down his cheek. ‘And the most hypocritical,’ Iain says, his voice going high with the struggle not to cry. ‘Because if all I get are crumbs, if I get less than the gnawed bones you toss to the dogs, I’ll take them.’ He sucks in a great ragged breath. ‘I’ll take them. Because it’s better than nothing, and I know too well what nothing tastes like.’
Iain you SHATTERED ME
