Mitch left the sitting room, to the garden. The wind was cool, brushing through the trees. Just as he expected, Edward was standing alone, his back rigid, , hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on nothing.
Mitch walked up behind him, quiet for a moment, then said, “Do you want to talk, or should I leave?”
Edward didn’t turn. “If you’re here to defend that omega again, don’t bother.”
Mitch sighed. “I’m not here to defend her. I’m here to tell you the truth.”
Now Edward turned, his face hard. “The truth? That you betrayed your own blood in front of the Council?”
“No,” Mitch said calmly. “That you pushed her away. That Lucille didn’t reject you because she’s ungrateful or rebellious. She rejected you because you treated her like she was nothing.”
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