“You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn’t a confidence booster.”
And yet Camille’s voice rang in his head. What about in ten years, when you are supposed to be twenty-six? In twenty years? Thirty? Do you think no one will notice that as they age and change, you do not?
The situation he had created for himself, had carved so carefully in the shape of his old life, had never been permanent, he thought now, with a sinking in his chest. It never could have been. He’d been clinging to shadows and memories.
Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.
