The mirth fled from Scott's face, and he nodded gravely. "We had our share of trouble as well. I heard about Dad from Xavier. The fact that he died to protect Lilandra was bitter enough when she was still alive."
He took a long drink, looking and feeling the familiar sinking in his stomach. He should have done better, sent a better team. It was madness and narcissism, but knowing that didn't stop the thoughts from occurring. "Hepzibah's taken it pretty hard."