"It is really fucked up," Krem agreed softly. He kept his arms around Poison, holding him close. At least they could commiserate on that together, because they'd both made some pretty unwise decisions that had let this happen to them.

He snorted. "The Iron Bull happened to me," he said. "Perks of him being a spy, I suppose? He knew in an instant. Locked me in my own closet."