Chapter 12

They hadn’t fallen into that dynamic, that dominance and submission, immediately. But the undercurrents had been present from the start: drifting unremarked, coaxing them on.

Holiday had spent the first few weeks recovering, after they’d brought him home; once he’d been up and gingerly mobile, they’d found out that under all the arrogance and the unthinking privilege hid a person who loved Shakespeare and strawberry jam. Someone who offered tentatively to help with the dishes, and to monitor communications when Ryan and John got called to handle the Snake Charmer’s ophidian minions. Someone who, not yet eighteen and faced with the loss of his parents and every belief he’d once held about their love and their cause, swallowed hard and picked up broken pieces and kept on trying to fit them back together, to learn, to figure out how to be good.