“I’m sorry Nesryn left,” Yrene murmured into the dim light. I hold you to no promises. And I will hold to none of my own. “I promised her an adventure,” Chaol admitted. “She deserved to go on one.” Yrene was quiet enough that he turned from the garden doors. She had snuggled deep into his bed, her attention fixed wholly on him. “What about you? What do you deserve?” “Nothing. I deserve nothing.” Yrene studied him. “I don’t agree at all,” she murmured, eyelids drooping. He monitored the exits again. After a few minutes, he said, “I was given enough and squandered it.” Chaol looked over at her,
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