I woke from pain in my joints, and I let out a groan as I forced myself to sit up. I rubbed a hand over my elbow, trying to make the pain go away, only to see Brennan there, sitting on the other side of Asher’s cot. His eyes met mine, and I could see the pain written there. It wasn’t hard to see the relationship the two of them had. How close they were. They treated each other like brothers, and I knew his lose was going to come hard for my husband.
Walking around to him, I crouched beside him. “I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice low. “I know this was my fault.”
He grabbed my hand, and I jumped at the contact. When I looked up again, it was to find his dark eyes serious and solemn as he gazed into mine. “This is no one’s fault but Pason’s. Don’t take this on your shoulders. Promise me.”
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