She couldn’t imagine Renwick in a castle covered in roses. “One day, maybe,” Renwick said, looking toward the mountains of stone. Rua tossed those words around in her mind. Maybe Renwick was too far from happiness to feel it either. Maybe there were too many broken pieces of each of them to ever be put back together. As the dappled sunlight strained behind the heavy clouds, she wondered if, even between the two of them, there might be enough to make one whole.
