The warmth of our linked fingers burn my skin with a thousand unspoken accusations that prickle at my conscience.
"I didn't stop looking. I had scouts in the area, keeping an eye on your father's home as much as they could, but we've historically had a problem keeping any scouts alive in Blackwood territory. We escalated the issues we had, brought our problems to Council, trying to escalate the situation so we could infiltrate. It took a long time before we got the evidence we needed. I hated it, but I couldn't risk a war with the Council without anything to back up my actions."
As Lucas recounts his efforts to find me, I can't help but tune out, stressing over the secrets that I never felt were secrets at the time.
Now, with this fragile peace between us—after he's sacrificed in order to save me…
It seems like a pretty fucking shitty move to say nothing, no matter how innocent it was.
I should tell him. I know I should.
