Julien thought he would be relieved to hear that, but he isn’t. Not because he doesn’t believe Whisper, but because he does. Moments from the past few months flash through Julien’s heart, each one darker than the last under the shadow of Whisper’s confession. Every hesitation. Every ebb and flow of reluctance and desire. The way he begged Julien to hurt him. To leave scars. If Whisper truly fell for him, knowing all along their days were numbered in blood…
