The pain and misery in Edmund’s eyes is second only to the pain and humiliation in Aidan’s own.

He’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t let this happen. He would not become Edmund’s dirty little secret. He would not be made the mistress. And now he’s become precisely that, twice over, his own convictions be damned.

Perhaps he and Edmund truly have outgrown each other.

“Aidan—”

“Rest, Edmund,” he silences him curtly, unable ...