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His hand rose to cup her chin. She could easily have pulled away, but there was warmth in his touch, in his eyes, and she was tired of being cold.
“You see?” he said softly, a light touch still slipping along her jaw. “You don’t need to lure me anywhere. I’m quite content to follow.”
“I want to know if you killed Kolya Serrado.” It wasn’t what she’d meant to ask. She’d followed with the intent of asking him point-blank whether he was Leato or not. But the pain she’d seen in Serrado tonight, the distance between two men who had once been close . . . she had to heal that if she could. For her own sake, too. For the child who’d once adored stories of the Rook and had to know whether he’d crossed that line.
Flames leapt up within the ring of tiles, blazing high. The heat of them beat at Ren’s face. She remembered again the heat of her burning childhood home, and then she couldn’t hold herself together any longer; she broke down crying. The weight around her shoulders was Tess’s arm, trying to comfort without publicly overstepping a servant’s bounds, and Ren held on to that sensation like it was a rope.
every time i tell myself to hold it together , i end up crying even harder
