THE SCATTERED VOW
"He called you his brother!"
"And I loved him like one," Julian replied, his voice soft, almost tender. "Which is why I made sure he didn't suffer. A quiet heart attack in his sleep. No pain. No humiliation in a courtroom." He turned his cold grey eyes to Adrian, who stood like a stone wall in front of me, his fingers still locked around the useless silver folding knife. "You, on the other hand, Adrian... you've been a persistent nuisance. A brilliant boy, but hopelessly romantic."