Renwick moved to her side. “Talk to me.” Her footsteps faltered as she whirled at him. “Why did you pull me behind you in Drunehan?” Renwick blanched. It was clearly not the question he was expecting, but she had to know. He had protected her, jumping between her and his own soldiers, killing them to keep her safe. “I . . .” He shook his head, eyes pleading as he looked at her. “Why?” she pushed, her words cutting sharper than a blade. Renwick’s eyes fell to his feet as he rubbed his forehead. He pressed his eyes shut as if bracing against an unseen pain. When he opened his eyes, they were
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