“Tell me, Allorah, do you love me?” His voice takes on an almost begging note.
I press my lips harder together, fighting every instinct. My mind is at war with my heart. My better sense of duty to Kleshvar and Midscape against an impulsive streak these feelings have brought out in me. Silence is the best thing for us, even if he doesn’t see it now.
“Tell me now or I will wash my hands of you for good.”
How can I make him understand? “Elmir, I—”
“Yes or no, do you love me?” His voice raises a fraction.
I watch as he shatters under my silence and hesitation.
“No. Of course not. Who could?” He chuckles sadly and shakes his head. “I already suspected you didn’t, given the secrets you chose to keep.”
“Elmir, it’s not that simple.”
“But it is.” He skewers me with a look and I can’t breat
