Chapter 18

• I spun to face my furious brother. He had this way of looking like a warrior and a lost boy at the same time, which made me irrationally certain he’d be easy on his mate. For a blink I imagined we might share the same one, then dismissed the idea as quickly as it rose.
• It was ridiculous. We were not the same, and fate did not make mistakes like that. I believed that much.
• He crossed his arms. “She’s not what I pictured,” he said. The truth sat heavy in his voice. I had expected someone forged like Marley — sharp, unbroken. Instead she had the fragile look of a thing that might splinter if handled roughly. And the thoughts he entertained about her were far from gentle.