Or she could choose this. Choose them. Choose him. But what held her back was the understanding that if she chose him now, she might do so again and again until eventually there would be no question and no choice at all. Until it would always be him. That, she realized, was love. A different kind of love than she felt for her sworn sisters and for Heid. A love like fire, warm and bright and destructive all at once. And she wasn’t certain she should kindle this feeling, for she didn’t have to be a seeress to know that one day the resulting blaze might very well consume all else.
