“Once the orphans come into the sanctuary, they have their wrist brands removed, but Nick also has one on his chest, yes?”
Todd looked up sharply, nodding.
Nick thought he was prepared for hearing those words, but not so. His chest constricted, and his stomach dropped. Everything inside him seemed to tighten down and turn cold. It was taking away who he was, his entire identity.
“You can’t take my brands. They’re mine. It’s what ties me to Todd.” He didn’t mean to snap the words out so harshly, especially after Todd had subtly and quietly ordered him to sit, which also meant being silent and behaving formally.
“Nick.” Todd’s voice was very soft but firm.