Gavin snarled, “Don’t. Touch. Him.” And then he threw his father as hard as he could. Livingstone flew backward, and the moment before he struck the remains of a smoldering house behind him, I saw the look on his face. Betrayal. He hit the house, sparks and flames rising up as the house collapsed. Impossibly, ridiculously, Carter whispered through a mouthful of blood, “Oh shit. I think I’m bisexual.”
