"Of course you do," Cathal agreed, his fingers running through her hair as he held her close. "It's terrible to feel powerless in the face of unexplainable things."
Hell, so much of what Marcie was saying were the exact same things he'd yelled in anger at his father before escaping the country. The anger of having no choice, of wanting to be able to be your own person and not have all these horrible painful choices made for you. Cathal had flown four thousand miles just to own his own life.