Draven's expression hardened. Webster had been raised by the Noah family at St. Chaim, after all.
Though Draven kept the rest to himself, Webster caught his meaning perfectly.
The realization hit Webster like a punch to the gut, draining every ounce of fight from his body. His grip on Draven's arm loosened. They'd been brothers in everything but blood since childhood. Draven had always looked out for him like family.
Watching Webster crumble tore at Draven's chest. He opened his mouth to offer comfort when Webster's fingers suddenly clamped around his wrist again. "Draven, you promised you'd dig into what Sallie went through during those two years at St. Chaim. Any progress?"
"What the hell did they do to her? I get it now—I screwed up big time. I need to fix this. I need her to forgive me."
