As sick as it may have seemed, I was glad the Carlin had stolen me. I was glad of everything that had happened, except my parents’ senseless murder. At least I’d gotten to know my brother and Gillie. At least I’d had Lonan for a little while. At least I would die knowing what it was like to love someone so much it hurt—knowing that there were people I cared for so deeply that I would do anything for them.
