A tenuous thread stretched between them, but she hoped with time, they could find their way back to pure happiness. Someday. The sea called to her, body anxious to be enveloped by the water once again, but she refused to leave his arms. Not when she finally had him back after missing him so much. “What are you thinking?” The low murmur told her he’d woken. “You. Us.” She refused to lie even if it was something she wasn’t quite ready to address. No more secrets. No more hiding. “Czira,” he sighed. “We don’t have to talk about it now,” she rushed out. “We do.” Cara swallowed her groan and slowly pulled away. He tightened his hold, keeping her in place. “I want to look at you while I do this, Rhal. I want you to see—” “Quiet. I must hold you.” “Okay,” she whispered and finally spoke her heart. “I’m sorry for telling them your secrets. I’m sorry for betraying your trust. But I’m not sorry for saving you from being thrown in jail—or worse. I wanted you alive and free, and I hurt you to get it.
