Rennick wavered in the middle of the celebration as Amelia’s emotions stole his breath. They were celebrating the capture of the leader of the rebel faction they’d chased for years, but the celebration halted, and people stopped to stare at Rennick clutching Finn’s arm. Nervous energy zipped through him, and his breaths grew shorter. His brain tried to sort out what he felt. Not fear or pain, but excitement and pleasure tainted with… obligation and guilt were the best words he could think to describe it.
