Chapter 7“What?” Arran stared at Marek. He couldn’t be serious. “You can’t be serious.”
“We need to talk. About…about everything, Arran.” Marek clearly struggled to keep his eyes on Arran’s face, even if not making direct eye contact. But he was trying his best, and Arran appreciated that.
He thought for a moment, drank half of his wine, and then said, “Okay. Talk.”
Arran felt pretty sure he wasn’t ready for whatever Marek had to say, but it wasn’t like he’d ever told Marek the truth about things, either. Neither of them was blameless in the mess they’d made, but it was always easier to blame Marek for the past than look into his own actions. Being around the pack now, however short a time it had been, had taught Arran that much.
“When Uncle Roman died,” Marek started, and Arran tried
