“You know it’s not like that for him,” he says in a lecturing tone that reminds me of Xaden. “I’ve never seen him – ” “Let’s not do this.” “ – care like this – ” “No really. Stop.” “ – and that includes Catriona.” My gaze whips toward him. “Who the hell is Catriona?” He winces and presses his lips in a thin line. “What are the chances that you’ll forget I said that between here and Samara?”
