Not as she got lost in dark emerald eyes and black hair. In a small dimple and lips she’d kissed more times than she could count. “I’m sorry I failed you, little storm,” Theon said, sorrow flashing in his eyes. “I tried. I tried to save you.” “I understand,” she whispered on another broken sob. “I’m sorry I loved you too late. But I’m yours. Every piece of me.”
