I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
How could I tell him about such irrelevant matters? He was the Alpha King. He had better things to take care of than my headaches. He had a pack to run, alliances to maintain, threats to neutralize. What were my problems compared to that?
"Do you like me?" he asked, playing with my fingers a little. His touch was light, almost absent, but I could feel the tension in his hands.
"Yeah." The word came out confused. "Why would you even ask that?"
"Then why do you never tell me anything?"
"What?" I stared at him.
"You had a brother." His voice was still calm, still controlled, but I could hear the frustration beneath it. "I didn't know."
"I didn't think it was relevant to talk about him." I pulled my hands away, wrapping my arms around myself. "I wasn't even sure if he was alive."
"Irrelevant?" Kastiel's brow furrowed. "Holland, that's your brother. Why would you think that was irrelevant?"
