Kieran braced himself for a blow that did not come. Not a physical blow - the thought of Jude hitting him was anathema - but a verbal one, some anger or condemnation. But there was no anger in Jude's expression (yet) - just shock, and perhaps horror, and Kieran had never seen Jude at a loss for words before.
He reached one hand upward, intending to catch Jude's sleeve, but thought better of it. His hand froze in mid-air, not quite touching Jude, but almost.
"No," he said, "I didn't."
But he had condemned her to a life of public disdain, a life of disgrace. He had toppled her father's government and brought the werewolf discourse back into the public sphere.
"But I could have."
He reached one hand upward, intending to catch Jude's sleeve, but thought better of it. His hand froze in mid-air, not quite touching Jude, but almost.
"No," he said, "I didn't."
But he had condemned her to a life of public disdain, a life of disgrace. He had toppled her father's government and brought the werewolf discourse back into the public sphere.
"But I could have."
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