Chapter 18

Beau

I meant what I told Wyatt, I had blamed him, where it wasn’t due. Right now all that mattered was her. Her healing, her working through everything she had suppressed alone without us over the last several months. She needed both of us and we had to be united together before she accepted us as hers fully. She had stripped herself before us admitting her guilt, and when her light had flooded me all I could remember was my love for her, for my brother, for our family. I had fallen to my knees and wept over her letter, over the life she wanted… with us.

I had been such a stupid man and in the end, none of my bullshit mattered. My foul moods my victims at the underground fights or bars. I'd become a completely different animal. Not the man she knew, the man she loved. I should have known my woman, I'd been such a couyon, this last year being angry at the world she loved. It had just been too dim without her in it to see clearly. She'd been trying to protect her joy and I’d just said