Holden POV
"It was you." Bast whispers harshly at me in this hallway as I look around and shush him to keep his voice down. "I asked you about that gift. Hell, I covered for you when you flew to the states when you were 17 because you had to get a signature from your favorite author of that damn book. Father was quite pissed when you went over the holidays without telling anybody."
"Shut up." I warn him to quit it. "It's nothing. And you know nothing."
"Her two gifts every birthday and Christmas? I love J, you know that, but he is absolutely the worst gift giver." Bast continues on as he chases me down to the office. "Last Christmas, he got me socks that were meant for children. My birthday when I was 10? Dog toys he thought were actual toys."
"It's not a big deal." I gestu
