Chapter 107
No. Dean shook his head. Jay loved him. Dean had a right to feel belligerent, but he wasn’t going to let April put uncertainty into his mind.
“Fuck. She’s like an infection.” The truth of that slapped him, hard. Why hadn’t he worked it out before now? “That’s what she’s up to.” Like a virus she would wear him down.
Air rasped in and out of his chest. If he didn’t calm his breathing, he’d hyperventilate. His jaw ached because at some point his lips had peeled back, leaving him practically snarling. His body quivered. Muscles jumped. Whatever the outcome, he let April win by her ability to upset him. Dean spun away, overcome with self-disgust.
A laugh made him spin around, hauling him back to the window. Fran?ois had one of his damn arms around Jay’s shoulder as someone took a photo.
Dean went rigid, back straightening. Dean knew where he’d seen him before. Only not him. Someone like him. The philosopher down in the garden was the spitting image. Brother?
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