“I shouldn’t have left, Grey. He needed me, and I was falling for him. But—my family—” I press my hand to my eyes. Grey’s voice is anguished. “He knows, my lady. I promise you. He knows.” “But he still let me go.” “Yes, of course.” When I look across into Grey’s eyes, I realize. Rhen fell for me. I think of his voice when we stood on the cliff at Silvermoon. I want to know it’s real, too. It was real. For him, it was real. He was waiting for me.
