She got a little lost in dark emerald eyes and black hair. In a small dimple and lips she’d kissed more times than she could count. Then she was kissing him. Deep and lovely, just like it always should have been. “I’m sorry I failed you, little storm,” Theon said, when they broke apart, sorrow filling in his features. “I tried. I tried to save you.” “I understand,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you all of me. Every piece of me.” And she sank that gold dagger into his chest. “But only one can be left standing when Chaos comes to reign.”
