I shake my head with a chuckle. “Are we friends, then?” “Yes, Evelyn. We’re friends. I didn’t risk my wings for you at your mother’s trial because I thought I stood a chance at winning you from Aspen. Same reason why I flew to the Briar House for you without question. I did it because we’re friends. I like you and I always will.” I tilt my head. “Are you sure you don’t just like the violence that seems to trail in my wake?” “Well, there’s that too,” he says.
