Kapitel 11: Chapter 11

“He had it almost as bad as I did. He wanted to be an engineer. My father wouldn’t even let him apply to school. I applied on the sly and paid for the applications with the meager allowance I received in high school. Ten dollars a week. I saved every dime he gave me religiously. I made my own lunch instead of buying lunch at school. Billy didn’t. He gave up on his dreams or maybe thought he could achieve them through the gaming tables.”

“Maybe Billy’s despair made him turn to gambling.” Rémy was sympathetic.

Ian stopped talking, startled. It was plain to Rémy that Ian thought he said too much.

“Eat…don’t let bad memories get in the way of a good meal.” Although Rémy was seething with anger at the man who sired his mate, he calmly finished his salad.