His expression is agonized, and he tears his gaze away from mine. “I can see another world where we’re together, and there’s no war and no Auberon. Where our lives spread out before us like sunlight over a vineyard, where we don’t have to risk our lives and look over our shoulders. Where no one will break our bones to wrench every last secret from us. But that’s another world, Nia. Not this one.”
