Closing his eyes, he took a few more sips of water. Feeling it course it's cool way down his throat and into his empty stomach, sending chills through him. "Thank you," he whispered.

He lifted his gaze and met Aille's eyes. He didn't need to see the anger and the pain and the worry to know it was there. He could feel it coming off of her in waves. He could feel it from Rose, too. And god only knew how many other people he loved that he'd managed to hurt by his actions.

How many people had died in Clairfield in spite of his warning? How badly had he been hurt?

But what he worried about most was, would his actions lose him the woman he loved?

"I'm sorry." His voice was only a whisper but his expression was wretched and sincere.