“I understand. Lord Raphael…” “Milan.” Lord Raphael’s hand, having gone limp, clutched his again. “Please, know that I do not tell you this to seek your forgiveness, for I don’t deserve it. All I want is for you to know that I will never—I will never…the suffering I have put you through…” Milan choked on a breath. He didn’t know whether to comfort Lord Raphael or to agree.
