“Don’t you dare speak of loving her as if you have the right, as if you aren’t the one who fucking betrayed her.” My words sliced through the room like a blade I desperately wished to wield. “Don’t you dare speak of Wren.” “Where were you?” Micah shifted uncomfortably. “She spoke of you when he still held her in the dungeon, cried out your name when I’m not even sure she realized she was doing so. You damn me for what I’ve done, but where were you as she begged?”
