August was bewildered.
"For slapping me when you thought I was about to rape Sienna. For locking me in the dungeon for months and beating me. For never giving me a chance to explain. Or listen. Or believe me."
That… never happened.
He found out that Sienna was trying to drug his son and removed her. What was he saying?
He never…
But… but if… he walked in on something similar…
He might—
"Father." Arkai looked up calmly. His voice was steady. "I forgive you. I always have." He held his father's gaze. "I just needed you to know."
Because he never apologized, Arkai too never got to tell him he already forgiven him. Perhaps that was more of a loss than Arkai had ever thought.
August's hand trembled on the broom. His face had gone pale. His eyes—
He started to question… were there things he should have asked? Were there things he should have said? Things he should have known about his son that he had never taken the time to learn?
