Chapter 47

He lifted his attention to Blaze’s eyes, leveled their gazes, and repeated the question in the echo of Blaze’s silence. “Did it hurt?”

Blaze swallowed loudly enough for Arik to hear. He nodded.

“On a scale of one to—”

“A lot.” Blaze nudged the whiskey against Arik’s hand. “Almost as much as telling you the story did.”

Arik took the bottle and set it back on the desk. Drinking would be good. Just not yet. At the moment his head was screaming for him to focus. “I’m so sorry. I’m just…I don’t even know what to say about that. I have no words that can come close to telling you how much I hurt for you right now.”

Blaze shrugged; a movement too casual to convey anything other than a pain so heavy, that the only way to deal with it was to disregard it. “One gets used to pain when one is forced to face it for so long.”