She didn’t hate him. She didn’t dislike him. However, that last little bit of indecision continued to rankle her, which explained why she was being cautious. It also explained why she had avoided him after the battle and during the day.
“Atty...Atrilan.” He glanced over to see what saying her full name would do. He never used it unless they were in a private moment, and always in a loving moment.
She bit her lower lip but said nothing.
“Atrilan, of all the memories that have come back to you, have any of them been unhappy?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“Was I the cause?”
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. The seconds ticked by with infinite slowness. “No,” she whispered.
“Now think of happy times. Think about laughing. Was I there?”
She sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back o
