Michael puts his coffee mug down on the table, placing it with exaggerated care.
Does he blame me?
Probably….
…. Certainly….
“I let her down too,” he says. “You brought me into this in the first place to ensure she wasn"t abused. You started all this, attending that auction but you brought me in to protect her. We both know you have an edgy side. I was supposed to be her insurance against that. I failed her as well. It wasn"t just you. I stood back and let you do what you did when I should have intervened.”
Youme justSo f*****g what…?
“But you do blame me?”
“Yes, I do.” He eyeballs me. “The privileges of a Dom come with responsibilities. She placed her trust in you. You betrayed her trust and threw your responsibilities into the bonfire.”
I’d like to finish off the malt, but I sip
