“Ye dinna ken what ye’re sayin’.” His heart writhed inside him, begging him on the one hand to tell her everything—to confess—and on the other hand forbidding him to do so, afraid to see her precious love and regard for him crumble before his eyes.
Me too. Tell her everything! It will come out eventually. Angus would make certain of that. So you’re not preserving anything. And better that it comes from you.
