“Can you mount unaided?” Meg asked. “Yes.” “Good. We wouldn't want to hurt you again.” “And Duncan can no longer bear to touch me,” Amber said with outward calm. Reluctantly, Meg nodded. Her intent glance missed neither the pallor of Amber's face nor the dark brackets of pain on either side of her mouth. “I have lived without touch before,” Amber said. “I will do so again.” “Before, you didn't know…” Meg's voice died. “Aye. Knowledge is my punishment.” The bleakness of Amber's voice made Meg flinch in silent sympathy. “I'm sorry,” Meg said. “Don't be. Better that I live untouched than be touched by Duncan now.” “He would never lift a hand to you,” Meg said quickly. “He wouldn't have to.
