Page 73 of Knight's End
My general squeezed my fingers and asked, “How did you know he was obsessed with his father?”
I curled into Ryan’s side and sniffled as I answered. “His thoughts. Blue sent memories. I don’t think he meant to send them. But he had a lot of memories of his father hurting him. A lot of thoughts of vengeance.”
Ryan gave a small nod. “And did you ever talk to him about it? That you thought he might have a fixation?”
“No. I hardly know him—”
“Then aren’t you to blame just as much as he is?”
I leaned back, blindsided. “What?” But his words grated on my bones. If I’d said something, Blue might have stayed put. He might have realized his father would show at some point. He might have held himself back.
Self-rutting idiot, I scolded myself.
I leaned over my giant and narrowed my eyes at him, before planting a small kiss on his lips.
“I sarding hate it when you’re right.”
Ryan grinned. “Now, pretend I smacked your ass and go apologize.”
“Yes, sir.”
