“We are very much alike, Damien and I.” “Oh really? Does he fuck his neighbor too and call her a toy?” All of the humor is suddenly gone from Bran’s face. “I didn’t want Julian to know.” “Know what?” I can’t miss the way Bran’s shoulders rise with a heavy breath, the way his chest expands and he closes his eyes. He’s reluctant to answer. “Know what, Bran?” “That the thought of him taking you away from me makes me want to murder things.”
