As if sensing it, Nik’s rough fingers curled tenderly under her chin, and he gently guided her head up to meet his eye. “This is not your fault, Faythe. It was spiteful, vengeful human men who have nothing else to live for. You won against them, fair and square,” he said fiercely. “And you put on quite an impressive show, by the way.” He gave her a weak smile in an attempt to lift her spirits, and damn him, she could love him for trying.
