I had been jealous—of Cresseida. I had been so profoundly unhappy on that barge because I’d wanted to be the one he smiled at like that. And I knew it was wrong, but … I did not think Rhys would call me a whore if I wanted it—wanted … him. No matter how soon it was after Tamlin. Neither would his friends. Not when they had been called the same and worse. And learned to live—and love—beyond it. Despite it.
