A Rogue of One's Own (A League of Extraordinary Women, #2)

by Evie Dunmore

What if I stop fighting because I stop caring, whether I want to or not?” His features gentled with dawning understanding. “I see,” he said. “It is not only the constraints and loss of credibility you fear.” She gave a helpless little shrug. “Being at the front line is exhausting.” “Oh, I know.” “I do not need an excuse not to do battle, day after day. What if having people to love makes me weak.” “My sweet.” He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against her fluttering pulse. “Is it possible you were simply caught in the whirlwind of something unfamiliar and exhilarating when you took up with me?” “Well,” she murmured. “Perhaps, yes.” “Also, do not confuse weakness and vulnerability. The two are hardly the same.” “They are not?” She sounded weepy. His smile was infinitely tender. “No. I was vulnerable at the front line. Never weak.” “I suppose. I suppose there is indeed a difference.” “Then consider, perhaps, that you needn’t have to choose,” he said carefully. “What if love makes you want to fight harder? What if you look at your daughters and see the best reason to keep campaigning for women’s liberty? Or, think of the sons who might raise hell in Parliament as long as women cannot.”