“I’m sorry—about your friend,” Ian tried, but Adam jerked his arm away. Fury flashing like a dark shadow before his entire face crumbled.
“My friend? I loved that man once. And he had a name. You can’t even say his name, can you? His name was Edmund Ramsay, and he was one of the only truly decent people I’ve ever known. He sure as s**t didn’t deserve what you did to him!”
“I know that. I know I can never make that up to you—”
“Not to me. Edmund. Do you hear me? Edmund. You need to make it up to him.”
Ian lowered his gaze, the brutal and agonizing truth of what he’d done striking home.
“I know Katherine ordered you too. Because of what—of what we did, but it was you who chose him. Wasn’t it? It had to be you because you were the only person in the world who knew who he was to me. And y
