Greatwater Lake each morning I get up, I die a little

Aw, hell. Murdock didn't want to do this. He'd spent the last several years not thinking about what had happened, and it had served him well. He might not be entirely over it, but it was a weight he'd learned to carry, and when he didn't think about it, it was almost as if it wasn't there.

But now they were talking about Lucy, and Murdock didn't want to wonder how similar their stories might be. He pictured his brother's mate as a dark girl with green eyes, and a smile as sweet as the sunset, and he knew he wouldn't get through this conversation with all his scar still intact. But they were brothers, and if Murdock could ease the weight on Shale's shoulders... well, he could carry a bit more baggage, he supposed.

Murdock settled in to listen, two-toned eyes fixed intently on his brother.