Katelina sagged against Jorick, her fury spent. He waited, as if to make sure she wasn't going to hit him, then slid his arms around her again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "I'm sorry."

Her voice shook. "I know. It's all right. It wasn't really your fault. I just-" she broke off, unsure what she wanted to say. "I just need to- I don't know." She took a ragged breath. "I don't know what I need . . . to forget."

"Nothing is ever forgotten," Jorick ...