I had never burdened him with a single trouble, and she had never once asked him for anything in return. She had only ever looked at him with those steady, gentle eyes and loved him in silence.
At that moment, Sebastian's longing for me sharpened into something unbearable.
When Genevieve saw the exhaustion written across his face, panic took hold of her.
She dropped to her knees with a hard, graceless thud.
"Sebastian, are you really going to cast me aside? You cannot do this to me. I saved your life. Have you forgotten that?"
Sebastian stared down at the broken, disheveled woman kneeling at his feet, and against every rational instinct, his resolve softened one more time.
"This is the last time I will help you."
He was rising to speak on Genevieve's behalf when I called out to him.
