“What is it that you told me once? That Argantian saying?” Effy traced her finger over the indentations on the bridge of his nose. “‘One must know before loving.’ I know you, Preston. And I love you.” A swallow ticked in his throat. His eyes were shining, but still no tears fell. “I love you,” he whispered. “For however much it’s worth . . . my heart is yours.”
