"Not nearly as tired as I am." She snapped.

It hurt. Whenever he did this when he had the nerve to condescend, he danced around the truth like she was a child. She had fallen in love with a man on precipious of intrigue and romance, he'd enchanted her with his bold seduction and then he'd turned cold. He'd become worse than cold; he'd given up.

"This is exhausting, Emrys, truly. I could bear your anger or cruelty, but this indifference? This rejection is insulting."

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