Rua’s heart clenched. She wished she could do that, be that strong. “How do you not let it break you?” Renwick’s eyes darkened as he looked over her face. “You think I am still whole?” His shoulders tensed. “I am not a good person, Rua.” The low timbre of her name on his lips echoed through her mind. “The only good left in me is in little, fragmented pieces.”
