"Stop it" Nate said firmly, holding onto Lucien as he sat them both up resting his back against the headboard of the bed. "Of course I care. You think I don't imagine hurting the bastard who dared to touch you, dared to say those things to you? Believe me I do, every fucking day but I'm not going to take that out on you. You, Lucien, did nothing wrong. The blame for the whole thing lies at his door" the anger and pain in Nate's voice was evident as he spoke.
"I care more about you than anything in this world or the next and I always will, whether we make love or not"