Confusion once again seeped in. I knew Bram had donated to some charities. It had been part of his duties, but had he been so kind? Sure, people loved him. He knew how to play the part of happy socialite, but had it made all the difference? He was an asshole. A coldhearted bastard most of the time. He ran an underground fortress full of slaves, rape, and murder. No one knew Bram. Not like I did.
