“Not really,” I told him. “I’m really not looking forward to this. You know Boyd is going to rip us a new one for even daring to go to Escobar’s house.”
“Well, Boyd isn’t the prima,” Connor said reasonably. “Or the primus. He’s entitled to his opinion, but that doesn’t mean we have to listen to it. And I can see you beating yourself up, so I’m going to tell you again — this was as much Luz’s idea as it was ours. It wasn’t like she was forced into it. Of course I feel terrible, because Luz was an amazing woman, and she didn’t deserve what Escobar did to her. But don’t you dare try to tell yourself her death was your fault, because it wasn’t. There’s only one person to blame, and that person isn’t you.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder, treasuring that stolen moment of intimacy, needing to
