“I remember when I met him,” Alec said. He’d found two boxes and was dumping bandages into one, jars of powder into another. “When he arrived from Idris. He was skinny and he had bruises and he had these big eyes. He was arrogant, too. He and Isabelle used to fight….” He smiled at the memory. “But to me everything about him said, ‘Love me, because nobody ever has.’ It was all over him, like fingerprints.
