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seen it in life. “In so many ways, I was.”
Manon and Elide had told him what she’d
endured. What she’d done for them. He bowed
his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever for?”
Then the words tumbled out, spilling from
where he’d kept them since the Stone Marshes
of Eyllwe. “For not seeing as I should have.
For not knowing where they took you. For not
helping you when I had the chance.”
“Did you have the chance?” The question
was calm, yet he could have sworn an edge
sharpened in her voice.
He opened his mouth to deny it. But he
made himself look back—at who he’d been
long before the collar, before Sorscha. “I
knew you were in the castle dungeon. I was
content to let you rot there. And then
Perrington—Erawan, I mean, took you to
Morath, and I didn’t bother to wonder about