"I was serious about living together," he commented, still living outside. Now, the edge of danger seemed to be gone from his voice. If anything, he seemed suddenly tired. He felt tired. The last few days seemed to catch up with him just then, standing in Cassandra's room.

This, he told himself for the hundredth time since their arrival, is not my life.

"I would keep my hands to myself. And frankly, in spite of everything that's passed, I think you know that I'm done trying to hurt you."