“You’ve kept your secrets from her. You’ve forced me to keep them, too. You’ve compromised me in that regard, and I did it out of loyalty. But you will not begin keeping secrets from me, Baltisse.” “And who’s to say you have a right to know what I do?” “If it concerns Dawsyn, then I should know.” “Because you love her?” “Love is a trace of what I feel,” he snarls.
