“Not who wants to kidnap you?” “I’m not important,” Will says, his gaze lowering under crescents of golden lashes. He touches Julien’s forearm. Slides his hand into Julien’s. “They were just using me to get to you. You’re the one they want to hurt, and you’re the one I want to protect.” And Julien keeps ungratefully doubting him. Heart hurting, Julien squeezes his hand. “You’re very important.”
