“I have done nothing but try to care for you, Tessa,” Theon said, his tone too calm and even. Too forced. “If you would just accept this fate, you wouldn’t… I wish I could figure out how to make you understand that acceptance of this would take care of all of this.” All of this. What did that even mean? But there it was. She’d laid it all out there. All but told him she would rather death come for her than live out the life fate had dealt her. And he’d come back to the fucking bond and her unwillingness to accept it.
