Ronan rolled off the bed and stretched, allowing Adam to fuss as he wanted. Fresh clothing was a relief after spending a cold night in the crypt. "I always prefer what involves not seeing my brother," Ronan said flatly, not happy at the thought that he would have to see Declan two days in a row.

Stripping, he continued, "Let's go out. Is that old bakery still around? That one we liked when we were kids." The old people had been nice, treated them kindly, and, most importantly, equally. Ronan had received no special treatment from them. Hot buttered bread was given to them in the same amount—which was always generous.

"Declan won't miss me anyway. When he wants to see me, he'll come calling."