"Don't matter what he thinks. He's not here to tell me." Marcie was feeling a bit of that anger back again, that Tragos had never given her the chance to make her feelings known on anything he'd done at the end, not really. Nothing that made a lick of difference, anyway. They'd had something hot and fucking sexy and amazing and all she had to show for it was a moody teenager and a box of ashes.
Cathal was here now, though, with all his considerate words and trying to be understanding. She finished her glass of wine and looked up at him, biting the edge of her lip. "There are things in my past that are a bit fucked up, and I'm not going to tell you everything, except to say that you are the best thing about this fucking town. If you weren't here, I'd be tearing my hair out."