Julian looked away. Why did the bloody do-gooders always seem to cross his path? The universe had to hate him. The next thing you'd know, he'd have Harry Potter sticking his nose into this. Maybe Potter and Allen were exchanging emails. "You make that sound like an either/or question," he finally said, looking back at Allen. "Either I'm here to hurt you or I want to do better. It doesn't work like that. I don't work like that."