Dorian said, “I’m sorry. For what success with the Lock will mean for both of you.” Gavin’s throat bobbed. “My mate made her choice long ago. She was always prepared to face the consequences, even if I was not.” Just as Sorscha had made her own choices. Followed her own path. And for once, the memory of her did not ache. Rather, it gleamed, a shining challenge. To make it count. For her, and so many others. For himself, too.
