Chapter 2Marek stared at the door his mate had just slammed. He listened to the choked-up noises Arran made as he fled the house…fled Marek.
For a few seconds he was afraid Arran would just jump on his bike and leave, but there wasn’t a sound of an engine and then Stefan’s door banged loudly like it always would.
Marek let his head drop forward. The bit of Arran’s blood that still coursed through his whole being and always would, seemed to burn inside him.
“Marek,” Hedy’s voice came from the stairs.
He lifted his head and looked at her. She was so beautiful, such a wonderful woman and a great mother to their children.
“What?” he asked, despite knowing.
“If you don’t tell him the truth within a few days, I will.”
Dread squeezed his heart. The thought of ten lost years. The weight of
