"And would you come with me? Be like Jared of myth, defending his bellica even in her madness?" She smiled sardonically at him, and he looked away, his face stricken. Her mouth hardened as her heart twisted. She looked away again. "No. Better: I just march into my sister's study on the morrow and profess my guilt."
She heard him scoff. "And what good would that do?"
At some point their horses had started moving again, she noticed. She did not stop them. "Why draw out the inevitable? We both know it will come, so why not sooner, instead of later?"
"Because we both know you won't do that." She had no response. He was right, as usual. He knew her too well. She ground her teeth in frustration.
"It's better than being completely helpless over my own fate," she growled, earning his small lau
