I drew the blanket gently back over Ingrid’s shoulders.

I kissed her forehead, and I felt her flinch even at that, and I made myself keep my voice low and even and warm.

“Then they didn’t steal from my wife,” I said.

“They declared war on the wrong man.” Chapter 8 — Do You Trust Me

I did not storm downstairs.

I did not go looking for my brother, though every trained instinct in my body was mapping the route to his room.