“Do you love him?” “I don’t know.” Finn’s mouth formed a thin line. “I care for him. I do. If that is love, then yes, I love him. But would it be unbearable to live without him? No. Would it hurt? Like hell, but I could do it. Would I risk everything to be with him? No.” Finn studied her. His dark brown eyes were hard. “For what it’s worth, you could do it.” “Do what?” “Be his queen. You make him different. Better.”
