“I’m sorry.” “Don’t,” Reylan begged. “Don’t say that like goodbye.” “I’m not saying goodbye…” Gods, she was hurting, her heart close to erupting. “Because in this life or the next, I will always find you.” “Please,” Reylan spoke aloud. Not to Faythe, as his tense grip on the bow slackened, fury dissolving into pure desperation. “Take my life instead.”
