“Do you really think that Cyrille would blame you for Maksim’s death?” she scoffs. “Just because you were foolish for a split second doesn’t mean you could have anticipated what was about to happen. You were young and confident. You thought you were invincible. You made an error in judgment, and your brother was exposed for a moment. Petyr took his shot.”
“It’s what happened,” she continues over my growl. “It’s time to accept it. So that you can move forward. So that all of us can move forward.”
She waits for me to say something, but I don’t. I’m not sure if it’s disappointment on her face or fatigue, but whatever the case, she blows out a breath and pats me on the arm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m tired. Make sure that Paige is comfortable. She deserves your thanks for tonight. She did you
