“Of course I understand,” she said, meeting his gaze levelly. “I’ve learned of the wish for death from an expert.” “I . . .” God, touching her had been a mistake. Her heat was rippling through him, burning him. “That’s different,” he managed. “How, Dax? You feel you betrayed your world. I feel I unforgivably abused its king. I see no difference.” “No,” he said. He couldn’t stand that, too. He couldn’t face the condemnation of his people and her death, too. “I must. Just as you must.” He shook his head mutely, despair welling up inside him. “Dax,” she said gently, “do you think I don’t
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