"He cares about you," her brother said slowly, like he was working through a complex equation and arriving at an unexpected answer. "Human or not, contract or not. I can see it clearly in how he's looking at us right now, like he wants to physically tear me apart for having the audacity to touch you or stand too close or look at you with familiarity."
"He's complicated," Shuyin said, which was possibly the understatement of the century.
"So is murdering someone in a hospital examination room," her brother pointed out with the dry pragmatism that had always characterized his approach to problem-solving. "Want to tell me about the corpse? Or should I just assume it's connected to whatever happened to you during those missing three years?"
"Not particularly interested in discussing it right now," Shuyin said.
