His words were so outrageous, she simply stared at him for a long moment, before turning away. Her voice was wretched as she replied, “I have no other choice. I don’t live in your world, where everyone can be protected, happy — I was not meant for happiness. Please, please go, my lord. I beg you.”
Sir Isaac suddenly snorted in indignation and shook his head, eyes darkening just a little bit. “You’re wrong if you think that — my entire family is gone, and a lot of my people too over the years. I know all too well from experience just how much unhappiness and trauma the world can offer…I apologise for attempting to offer you some.” He stood up then and gazed down at her, chewing on his bottom lip. “Are you really sure about this, Summer?”
Summer buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. “I spoke out of place, my lord. I am sorry.” She wished he would just go, stop tempting her with the prospect of escape. Stop tempting her, period. She had never felt this way about anyone before — certainly not the pestiferous and loathsome Sir Kit.