“Pleased is the wrong word. I’m proud, Prisca. I know you can do it. But this war will change you. You’ll lose people you love. You’ll lose parts of yourself. I could never want that for you, even as I know you will save your people.” I took a deep breath. “I’m afraid,” I admitted. His huge hand cupped my cheek. “I know. It’s how you act despite your fear that counts.” His mouth brushed mine, and my eyes stung. “Enjoy your time with your fae prince. But know this—you cannot keep him.”
