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Eyllwe tomorrow alone.”
“Is it so bad, to care?” The gods knew he’d
been struggling to do so himself.
“I don’t know how to,” she growled.
Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was
because of the high likelihood that he’d be
collared again at Morath, perhaps it was
because he was a king who’d left his kingdom
in an enemy’s grip, but Dorian found himself
saying, “You do care. You know it, too. It’s
what makes you so damn scared of all this.”
Her golden eyes raged, but she said
nothing.
“Caring doesn’t make you weak,” he
offered.
“Then why don’t you heed your own
advice?”
“I care.” His temper rose to meet hers. And
he decided to hell with it—decided to let go of
that leash he’d put on himself. Let go of that