"Why do you think that?" Darach replied, too quickly to be considered nonchalant.
I merely gazed back at him patiently, and eventually, Darach sighed.
"Do you think it strange, if I told you that part of me feels guilty for feeling guilty to begin with?" Darach confessed with a quiet sigh. "After all she did to me, I should throw her out of the packhouse with nothing but the skin on her back. But I guessed my father got one thing right."
Darach gave me a rueful smile. "I am still too soft-hearted to run Thunderstrike the way he did. If he had his way, I would be buried twenty feet in the ground with my body shredded to pieces."
"I'm glad you're not him though," I said, trying to reassure him. "If you were anything like your father, I wouldn't have bothered to come back to help you."
