To what end?
Certainly none that were good.
“You and Addien got in a row.”
His breath snagged sharp and shallow. In no world with war looming did Dynevor give two shites about he and Addien, or their relationship.
“By God, Dynevor, say your bloody piece or I’ll drag it out of you.”
Tension spilled into the air.
Thornwick crossed a line.
And he couldn’t give two shites aboutthat.
“Addien moved on to…greener pastures.”
With that, even as Dynevor straightened himself, Thornwick was left in his crouched position, borrowing support from the other man’s desk. “Go on,” he said, his tone dead. “What do you mean gone?”
“Said she let herself get weak here, said she had to go somewhere and start over where she wasn’t close to anybody. She must have really fallen for you.”
“Fallen for me?” he echoed on a whisper.
Oh, Christ.
It all came flooding back.
“…Why do you want to m-marry me?”There’d been a tremble to her voice as he’d stroked her with his fingers the way she loved. In all his male arrogance, he’d attributed it to her longing.
“…Revenge…”
A hollow ache spread through his middle. Thornwick braced a hand upon Dynevor’s desk to steady himself.
It didn’t help.
“…That’s why you were with the baroness…You weren’t necessarily there to fuck her…That would have been a mere added bonus. You were there to court her…”
A savage pounding filled his skull.
Addien was the goddamned sun—and he’d let her think she was nothing.
He’dmadeher nothing.
“…You want me…the same way I want you. We are the same. Both animals…”
He’d meant it as truth. A raw, unvarnished piece of himself.
But he saw it now; in her eyes, in the stiff line of her shoulders, how it had cut her. How he’d made her feel less, when she was everything.
No. She’s not gone. Like knowing when the ground is about to give way beneath you, he’d know.
He shook his head, for himself and for Dynevor. “She’s got Roy here. She wouldn’t leave.”
Because of me.
Dynevor’s mouth lifted in a sneer. “Did she fuck you or Roy?”
If she’s gone, I won’t survive it.