Thursday, April 19, 2012
I'm sorry. Damson.
"A Shadowen couldn't do that, could it? " she whispered.
He reached down quickly and pried her fingers away. "No,"
he said. "Not without triggering the magic." He lay the talis-
man aside, tore strips of cloth from his cloak, and began to
bind her hands. "You didn't have to do that," he reproached
her.
Her smile was faint and wistful. "Didn't I? Would you have
been sure of me otherwise, Morgan Leah? I don't think so.
And if you're not sure of me, how can we be of help to each
other? There has to be trust between us." She fixed him with
her gentle eyes. "Is there now? "
He nodded quickly. "Yes. I'm sorry. Damson."
Her bound hands reached up to clasp his own. "Let me tell
you something." The tears were back in her eyes. "You said
that your friend Steff was in love with Teel? Well, Highlander,
I am in love with Par Ohmsford."
He saw it all then, the reason she had stayed with Par, had
given herself so completely to him, following him even into
the Pit, watching over him, protecting him- It was what he
would have done-had tried to do-for Quickening. Damson
Rhee had made a commitment that only death would release.
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