“He told me he’s in love with me. He wants me to stay with him in Tenebris as his queen.” “And what did you tell him?” Her tone is carefully neutral. “Nothing.” “Brynja.” I turn from the window, a whorl of anger and grief. “I’m tired of being in the dark, Saga. I’m so tired of the dark. This mountain has taken half my life from me. I can’t stay here. I can’t. And I don’t—I don’t feel those things for Vil. I don’t think I ever will.” I realize it’s true, down to my very bones, and I can’t even quite regret it.
