He looked up briefly.
Torak's eyes were still open. Barely.
Blackfen continued.
"But I have come to understand that love alone is not enough to build a life, and you are not my mate. There are responsibilities I cannot ignore, and there are decisions I must make for the sake of my family."
Torak's expression changed, but his brows drew together.
Blackfen noticed. "Interesting, isn't it?" He lowered his gaze. "I have therefore accepted a marriage proposal from Lord Varent."
For a moment, the room was quiet.
Torak didn't blink.
Blackfen looked at him. "Did you hear that?"
Torak's lips moved.
Blackfen leaned forward slightly.
"The wedding will take place soon, and I hope you will understand that this is the path I have chosen. Lord Varent has offered my family a future, and I believe it is time for me to put the past behind me. And I need to save your life."
Torak's breathing changed. He tried to lift his head. The movement was so small that the pillow barely shifted.
