Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

“Four wanders through the crowd of initiates, watching us as we go through the m…”

“So, the thing we’re all not talking about,” he says. He gestures to me. “You al…”

“Just because they didn’t shoot you all in the head doesn’t mean their intention…”

“Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.”