Don’t worry about Emile, or anyone else in this nest of snakes. I’ll take care of you.” It’s one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to Whisper—and the most painful. Julien has no idea he’s comforting his murderer. Guilt tightens its claws around Whisper’s ribs until he can barely breathe. Julien doesn’t just want to fuck me, he could answer Lucien now. It’s so much worse than that.
