She saw the shame burning hot across his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Were they both beyond forgiveness for all their wicked deeds? He turned to leave, but she placed a hand on his shoulder, making him pause. “We are as wicked as each other, remember?” She forced a smile, even though she felt all his sadness. It was the thing that linked them together more than anything else: the shame of their actions, the feeling that they would never be who they wanted to be. Rua felt it in him as acutely as she felt it in herself.
