She meant those words. I’m sorry. Sorry for the lies. For what she had done to him, his life. For swearing that she would pick him, choose him, no matter what. Always. He wanted to hate her for that lie. That false promise, which she had discarded in the misty forests of Wendlyn. And yet. There, with that prince, without the mask … That was the bottom of her pit. She had come to Rowan, soul limping. She had come to him as she was, as she had never been with anyone. And she had returned whole.
