"I cannot..I don't expect you to understand about my vow, Bryony." I stood in bare passion before the man of my dreams... begging for a crumb of him, and Warrick receded into his shell right before my eyes. And this after the Necromancer had whispered the clothes right off me, for I could not deny his fingers nor his wish to see what of me lay beneath the dress.

I had a strong curiosity to see Warrick without clothes. I didn't try to hide it, but he stopped before he had disposed of one articile of clothing and all for her. Alexandra. Once again the memory of a dead woman is thrust between him and I. He had made a promise to her and right before he went all the way in breaking it, he dumped this vow in my lap. "Would you make a liar out of me, Bryony?"

As if.. I had drug him kicking and screaming to this moment? As if I had flaunted myself, tempting him sorely like some slattern? He was hiding behind me! Denying what he felt.. denying us. Warrick wants me, same as I want him. Why by Jeskei's creation would he be in Carver's Outpost if not in wish of me, need of me? I was furious.

I told him to fuck his vow.

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