But Theo seemed to brush me off. “So, Patrick truly managed it, then,” he muttered. “And in record time.”
“Managed what?” I hissed.
“To make a rebellion out of you” came the answer. “I wonder if it would’ve been different, if we could have been different, if I’d taken better care of you.”
“We’d have ended just the same,” I said. Because he was his father’s son, and I was forged in the brink long before he knew me.
He did not answer. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and looked out into Main Street. “Would you do me one last favor? And before you say no, just remember I’ve spent the last two years in this place, all for the promise of seeing you again.”
I bit my tongue. “What’s the favor?”
“Encourage the Colsons not to come looking for me,” he said. “You’re quite impressive whe
