Or that you broke it because of me.
“I never made any promises to her,” he said firmly. “I barely even know her.”
“You barely know me.”
His eyes found mine and held, heavy with intent . His voice was quiet. “Doesn’t feel that way though does it?”
I opened my mouth, found I had no words and looked quickly away.
“Still,” I crossed my arms. “Your family made a promise to her and your broke it.”
“It was a negotiation, not a promise.”
Suddenly I was reminded of a different negotiation. The one between my brother and Damien. The one that had landed me in this mess to begin with.
I looked at him then. “Those two things are not always so different.”
He reached for my hand and the intensity to which my body responded to the contact was irrational. For a second I almost pulled away, but he
