“You held me before. Didn’t you say you were just giving me water when I needed it?” She gave me a wide-eyed look and in that one second I almost—almost—believed her innocent. But she asked me please and now watched my lips, waiting for my response. This was not the innocent Lady Katherine Ferrers. This was my ember. Mouth suddenly dry, I barely managed to swallow. “I was wrong. There is no ‘just’ between us. Only everything.”
