“Why would you do that?” he snarled, his eyes scanning her face. “In my tent, after that day in Vurstyn . . . you asked me to stay,” Rua reminded him. “Do you remember what you said?” Renwick’s eyes cleared even more, brilliant rings of emerald visible now. Just as he pulled the compulsion of the blade out of her, she pulled the poison out of him. “I told you I’d hold on to you,” he whispered, keeping his thumb pressed to her hand. Rua held those vivid green eyes as she said, “I’m not the only one fading away.” Renwick’s gaze fell from the shame of those words.
