She would try. Goddess knew she would try. She would try to see the beauty in the world and look away from the shadows.
She heard Reynard shift on the bench behind her.
“You should come see the view,” she said.
“No, thank you.” His voice was quiet. The dark made it oddly intimate.
“Why not?”
He was silent for a few heartbeats. “I have to go back to the Castle.”
“So?” She turned, leaning against the rail to face him.
He raised his head, but didn’t meet her eyes. “Whatever I see out here will make me restless, and I don’t have a choice about going back. It’s best I see as little as possible.”
There was so much regret in the words, it bruised her. Regret—that she knew. She could almost taste it like coppery blood on her tongue, sharp and familiar.
Now, finally, there was something about him that she understood.
And, Goddess help her, she suddenly wanted to fix it.
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