August would have never thought that words could hit someone like a blow to the stomach. It wasn’t even the actual words really, but the implication beneath them. Venus wanted to be married to Trent -- not him, not anyone else but his brother. He didn’t hate his brother, nor did he really think that Trent was deficient in any way, until it came to who was better for Venus. August would always come out on top, despite the fact that he wasn’t willing to put his pack second.
He nodded his head solemnly at the mention of the bridge. It would be hard for anyone – whether they had been there or cared for someone who had – not to be affected by the bombings. August had felt the need to pull his family tighter to him, which included the members of his pack. There was no way to prepare for everything, especially something like the bridge, but there was no end to how much good could come from having the support of those that you cared about around you. Deep down, he knew that was what Venus was doing, but that didn’t mean that he had to accept it and like it.
An image popped into his mind of Venus having children – and boy, was it a beautiful one – but when he thought about those children being Trent’s, it made his stomach turn. August crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to focus on the sick feeling inside of him. “What about Trent? Is he ready to settle down?”