Lilli sucks in a breath and mutters, “I wish I could leave right now." It takes everything in Freya to not say, 'Take me with you.'
Impatience blurs with hostility on Rory's glaring face, angling his body toward Merlyn, “Well?"
Freya waits for him to say something – anything – to soften the blow. Her eyes dart between them, her mouth slightly agape. Still in shock that she's the one to accidentally spill the news to Rory. She didn't want him to find out like this. Certainly not trapped in a cave together.
Merlyn sighs heavily, “I wanted to give her a way out. A chance to live her life on her own terms." A pointed insult.
“You don't think I wanted that too?" Rory snarls back through gritted teeth. “You don't think I feel the guilt every day of not being able to give her that freedom
