Ian scoffed. “f**k you. You didn’t want to hurt me. That’s all you’ve ever done.”
“Is that why you’ve come here, then? Because you plan to make my son pay for what I did?”
“No, I’m here because I’m in love with him.” Those words spilled from Ian’s lips without hesitation. He did not rethink them or second guess them. He was in love with Adam and had to be with him again, or he would die.
“I know.”
Ian shuddered. “You know?”
Rhys nodded. A slight grin touched the corners of his mouth. “He said he was in love with you, too.”
Guilt tore through Ian, overtaking him with memories. Memories of everything he’d done and all he was powerless to undo. “He shouldn’t be.”
“He said that too.”
Ian looked away, overcome, unable to speak.
“Which is why I need you to remember that, because of what
