"You're right."

The words stopped me mid-breath. I stared at him, not sure I'd heard correctly.

"What?"

"You're right. About all of it." He dragged both hands through his hair, making it stand in dark peaks. "I'm asking you to hide while I figure out how to untangle myself from this nightmare I created. And it's killing you. I can see it." His voice was strained, each word dragged out with effort.

"Every time I deny us publicly, I tell myself it's to protect you. From Ronan, from the media ...