He looked at her for a long moment. His face was torn, desire and duty warring in that stormy gaze. When he looked away, Wren knew it was over. He might have feelings for her, but he wouldn’t fight for her. Not against his own people. And Wren didn’t expect him to. It was nothing serious, after all—just a stolen evening in the library and the whisper of something that might have been in another life. Let him keep his feelings. She didn’t want them. She couldn’t want him. She told herself she didn’t care as she backed away from him, even as her heart clenched painfully.
