Chapter 12: Warrick
Thomas still hadn’t come to grips with the loss of his eye and the patch he wore to conceal the damage done. He’d stand by the window in his bedroom looking out or go for long rides on Ivanhoe, who was Galahad’s son, but he never once turned to me for solace, and I was hurt. Cutter was gone, after all, and I—his best friend—was right there.
“Thomas—the weather is fair. Come for a walk with me.”
“So everyone can look on the poor blind soldier with pity?”
“Don’t be an arse. You’re not blind—you’ve only lost sight in the one eye. Everyone looks on you with a high degree of respect. You’re a decorated officer.”
“Who no longer has a command or a—” He bit back the words, but I knew what he’d been about to say: a lover.
“I think you need to take a lover.”
“Who’d want me
