Grace
I tried to get the words out, but I could tell I wasn't making much sense, not until Eason came back with Richard and Cecil. Cecil climbed up into bed and promptly went back to sleep. Richard rumbled a little in my arms, and just having them near, smelling them safe and sound in my arms, was enough to make it easier. Eason was doing something at my dresser. Charles stayed beside me as I told him everything. I shuddered, clinging to Richard as if his warmth would make me not remember.
I looked at Charles, realizing he was dressed in a suit that was hauntingly similar to Devin's favorite.
"Devin... idolizes you," I said blankly.
Charles narrowed his eyes. "Why do you say that?"
"He hates you," I said, blinking at him. "He wants to be you."
"What makes you say that--"
"His favori
