“Joscelin, you have to leave,” I murmured. “I can’t.” Low as it was, I could hear the agony in his voice. “I can’t leave you here.” “Damn your Cassiel to hell, then!” I hissed, eyes stinging. His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek. “He believed he was, you know,” Joscelin said in a low voice. He touched my hair lightly with one hand, stroking it. “I learned it all my life, but I never truly understood it until now.”
