chapter 41

"What? Why? Do you think I m lying?" The sudden rise of emotion in him has me on edge, too, and I panic that I m scaring away my only ray of hope to escaping. He appears to be running away, but as he turns to close the door, the tear I catch in his eye silences me and he pauses, taking a deep breath and lowering his hands. The open door between us keeping us a couple of feet apart, but his sadness overwhelms me. "Eight years of silence. Eight years watching her sleep. Eight years hoping that one day the things she said … I d accepted that my friend had lost her mind completely. Eight years ... and I convinced myself that her visions and stories were that of a madwoman, broken by a battle that convinced her that her mate was an evil player in some bigger plan, and her confinement here was a betrayal to silence her. Eight years justifying that she was better off asleep than to be tortured by an illness of the mind." I don t know if he s saying this to me or himself