He wondered who she thought of then and felt his stomach curl at the thought of her comparing him with Lucius. He’d allowed him to give her what he couldn’t, though he took pleasure in making the man walk behind them, allowing only his sister to stand beside him. He’d ripped apart his room before, breaking his glass mirror with his bleeding fist, and set his four-poster bed aflame. He’d watched as the silk tapestries had burned, and felt his pleasure go with it - he wanted his sister not with another lover.