I feel rather than see the small, bitter smile curving his lips. “I always knew I would have to fetch you eventually. I couldn’t help myself.” “What?” He turns, looks down at me. I can’t bear to meet his gaze, but continue staring straight ahead, even as his eyes bore into the side of my face. “The knowledge that you were there in Aurelis—breathing the air of Eledria—was torture. During those five years you spent in Estrilde’s thrall, not a day went by that I did not think of you.”
