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No matter how much he hated him. And he did. He fucking hated Thomas Mulvaney almost as much as he loved him. It was that hot and cold in near equal measure that combined inside him and created this tornado of emotion that made him want to destroy him, to tear at him until he was just as shredded as Aiden felt.
The mind really was a strange creature. Memories were just neurons firing in various patterns, triggering a sequence of events that could make or break someone’s day based simply on what it pulled from archived files.
“See, family bonding time. Yay,” Adam said. Noah turned, putting a hand over Adam’s mouth. “Never say that again.” “But it’s true,” Adam said, words muffled behind Noah’s palm. “The family that slays together stays together,” Calliope murmured.
He hated how natural it felt, how right it felt. Aiden and him just fit, like torn paper, edges frayed, but still perfectly matched.
