“When are you going to talk about how you wrote a letter to Tamlin, telling him you've left for good?'

The question hit me so viciously that I sniped, 'How about when you talk about how you tease and taunt Mor to hide whatever it is you feel for her?' Because I had no doubt that he was well aware of the role he played in their little tangled web.
...
Cassian let out a startled, rough laugh. 'Old news.'

'I have a feeling that's what she probably says about you.'
...
But the question he'd asked swarmed in my skull. You've left for good, you've left for good, you've left for good.

I had- I'd meant it. But without knowing what he thought, if he'd even care that much... No, I knew he'd care. He'd probably trashed the manor in his rage.

If my mere mention of him suffocating me had caused him to destroy his study, then this... I had been frightened by those fits of pure rage, cowed by them. And it had been love- I had loved him so deeply, so greatly, but...”