He hesitated, and they both heard the boots on the floor above them. “I thought you loved her,” Maryse cried, unable to make sense of it all. Upstairs, someone shouted—one of the cooks. “I love you more,” Severin said fiercely. He set her down in the dirt and paced, pulling at his hair. “I just—Retarik’s bones, this wasn’t supposed to happen. What do we do? What do we do?” Maryse flinched when Sev swore on the name of the gods.
