“I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.”

“But she was a regent, and he wasn’t. She stepped around him. “If you get killed, I’m going to be furious.”“I love you too. Come on.”

“If you get killed. I'm going to be furious.""I love you too. Come On.”

“You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully.Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms.For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?”

“She couldn't breath around the pain in her chest. "Tell me I'm the only one.”

“I'm not happy," she whispered. "I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.”

“But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety.""Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered."Love you from a safe distance," he finished."Yes.”