‘Also,’ I added, words pouring out of their own accord now that I’d started, ‘you were right. And I’ve been an idiot. And I’m sorry – I’m so, so sorry – and I swear to all the dead and living gods that I’ll stop pretending I don’t love you to death – hell, I should never have tried to pretend in the first place, and …’ His lips parted, but not a sound came out – not even the weakest cough. The final part of my sentence drifted from my grasp. Only now did it finally sink in, the danger we’d only barely escaped. The choices I might have made. The depths I’d allowed myself to sink to, the
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