Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

I was born in 1970 in Illinois, but all the life I remember I've spent in Chapel Hill, N.C.

Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done.

But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as King's Champion and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever-as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... He'd sell his soul again and again for that.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.