“Nobody likes to admit it,” Julien says, “but I’m my father’s son.” Rue magic. He’s been hiding Rue magic. Breathing is difficult, and it’s more than just the pressure of Julien’s magic. “That makes two of us,” Whisper says softly. “They said you’re the weakest of your brothers. But I never had a chance, did I?” Julien’s grin is brutal. “I am the weakest. My brothers are just that good.”
