“Evelyn?”
“Yes?” she whispered. She felt like she was about to burst into tearsfor no apparent reason.
“Look at me.”
When she didn’t lift her face, Marrok tilted her chin with his fingertips. She hated the sting she felt as her eyes filled.
“I’m sorry,” he told her earnestly. “The way I reacted during our last dream together … I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
“It’s okay.”
“No. It’s not. I wasn’t prepared for it and I reacted poorly.”
Marrok embraced his saatus and rocked her slowly, trying to take away a little of the hurt he’d caused. When her small hands slid around him, the knot in his chest loosened.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“I think it’s time you show me the things I didn’t want to see.”