He left her as he had left the others, without looking back.”ĭerek smoothed his hand over her chestnut hair and brought her head closer to his. Sara made an inarticulate sound as he extricated himself from her embrace. It wasn't difficult to walk away from her.
Instead he felt numbing coldness spread through his body, filling up the region where his heart should have been. Were he capable of tears, he would have shed them. And now, with all his great fortune, he couldn't buy back what he'd sacrificed. He had sold his honor, his conscience, his body, anything he could use to escape the lot he'd been given in life. Perhaps for a day, a week, he could be what she wanted. He'd never felt so worthless, so much a fraud.
and he couldn't allow himself to take what she offered. He stood there frozen in defeat, with all the warmth and promise of her in his arms. "For once have the strength not to walk away," she whispered. I haven't held anything back from you, out of fear or pride or stubbornness." She felt the incredible tautness of his muscles, as if he were carved from marble. I'll long for you every day and night, but at least my conscience will be clear. All you'll do is deny us both a chance at happiness. "Don't lie to either of us by pretending you're leaving for my good. I love you." She felt an involuntary tremor run through him. You can act as though you're deaf and blind, you can walk away from me forever, but the truth will still be there, and you can't make it go away. "Listen to me." All she could do was play her last card. "More than you know."Ĭlinging to him desperately, Sara kept her mouth at his ear. He gave a harsh laugh and loosened his arms to release her. She continued to stroke his hair, playing lightly with the thick raven locks. If he were rich and powerful enough, he would never be hurt, lonely, or abandoned.
“Then what do you want?" she asked softly.
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