"You weren't thinking, Len." Claude hissed, his hands balling tighter at every second. "You dropped everything on me while you watched from who the fuck knows where."
Len's brows rose. "I…"
The mate closed his eyes. "…in the back of my mind… maybe a part of me wants to strangle you. We didn't bring this on ourselves… but maybe… maybe I can claw at you for everything your absence cost me…
"I don't love you any less… but please… take responsibility for what happened to me, too…" Claude lowered his head and covered it with his hands. "You paid up your debts to the witches and everyone else. What about me? Do I only get a shitty beach trip and a few words? Slow down, Baby… fuck you, Valentin Dietrich…"
"…I wish I had the words to…" Len couldn't even finish a thought. He could only pull his mate for a hug. "I'm really sorry…"
