Archer watched silently as Rowan fought to control himself, clenching his fists in his lap as he blinked away the tears.
‘Rowan . . ‘ he started quietly.
‘Don’t’ Rowan replied harshly, ‘just . . don’t, don’t tell me it wasn’t my fault, that I was only five and that he probably would have killed her anyway. It doesn’t matter because there is always that chance that he would have stopped when he realised what he had done to me and she would have left him, got away and survived.’
Archer rubbed his temple, arguing with himself silently before replying, ‘even if that had happened Ro, even if she had gotten away, she still would have suffered. To live away from your mate when they are alive, that’s torture to a mated pair, it would have driven her insane.’ Holding up his hand to stall the tee
