“You don’t get to tell me I don’t got love in my heart,” he whispered, his voice low and as smooth as a purring wildcat. “You think I got some heart of stone? You think I was un-fuckin’-moved when I held little girl you in my arms as your mum died? Think I didn’t about crack in two when Dane, the first brother by choice I ever made, was ripped away from us? You think I wouldn’t about die if somethin’ happened to you? To the girl I swore to Dane I’d always protect? To the girl who I used to think knew the heart of me more than anyone else?”
