FORBIDDEN Attraction

Breandan was a powerful man. He took on every obstacle head-on and didn't give up until he had won. Every confrontation he entered was on his terms, and he was confident in his ability to win. I was forced into situations while wailing and screaming like a child. I sobbed like one, according to Lochlann himself.

The thought made me flush.

It should have been me demanding recompense for Lex's death, not Conall.

Why hadn't I been prepared to fight and avenge my friend? In order to feel better, I started following Conall's heels as he pursued Devlin across the area, using the Tribe's need for the grimoire as an excuse to avoid my actual obligations. How deplorable and self-centered. Even worse, I was still unable to feel regret for my thoughts and feelings.

Is that the reason you helped him, then?

I attempted to pick up the conversation I'd lost by saying, "Say-say?".

With curiosity in his eyes, Breandan looked at me.

He no longer sounded indignant or repulsed; rather, he sounded confuse