Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

At least now they're together.

She deserved a lot more than what you offered her.

Things about Moss’s death that I didn’t tell you...

A slow breath; eyes closed. She tensed against him for a moment, then relaxed. Her eyes flickered open again and found the sapling.

She couldn't do this. She was doing this. How was she doing this?

Letting him in like this, inviting it — but had this not been her goal all along? Reconciliation; peace. But she'd thought only of the relief of the aftermath then, and nothing of the discomfort of peeling away every thick callused layer of defense she'd built against him and letting the cool air touch the raw red places where he'd hurt her so terribly. And now there was more. Another thing to be hurt by, something else to forgive.

She took in another breath and told herself to trust him, to be soft with him and allow him the chance to be soft with her.

Will you tell me now?