Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

"worthy of me."

the voice was a jaded charcoal rasp.

"i broke your heart and married twice after you, and not once did i put your — regard of me first."

and of them, what of them? what remained was to return and break another spirit. 

he hoped somehow that fennec had not grown into silent love as he had for her.

and now it was her golden face moving behind his mind.

the solemn mouth twitched,  the dire chin trembling once. "do not question your worthiness again. it is i who should be begging you for mercy."