"Oh, yes, because clearly I've never thought of anything you've thrown at me before," he shot back. "The arrogance of that is astounding."

Devin squared his shoulders, hands on his hips, but he wouldn't look back at her. "You did cross the line. Just because you drew a different one does not mean you haven't tread where you are not welcome. No one--"

No one had ever seen him quite like this since he killed his parents. No one living, at least, there might have been a few in those early days, but it made no difference. This was as personal as it got for him, and she had not been invited, she had not given him the choice to share or not share. She'd simply barged in, and even if she was trying to help him, it meant the secret was lost to him now. He couldn't hide it away until he was ready.