It had been far too long since Reylan last allowed himself to be so bothered by someone else. What Faythe did, what she thought, what she felt—he was tormented by it all. He shouldn’t concern himself with her beyond his duty to ensure she stayed alive; should instead leave her alone as she wished. Yet he had allowed himself to tangle his long-dormant feelings with her. Feelings of care. So slowly, since the day he laid eyes on those golden irises he didn’t even know, until it became too late. He couldn’t turn his back on her now.
