Would she still feel so cordial if she knew just the way he did use them? That he let Chrysalis define who he was and control the things that he did? Any sensible person would find what he did wrong, atrocious, and probably insane. He had blood on his hands, lots of it by now. But he wasn’t heartless. He cared a great deal about very few and Nina was lucky to be in that finite number.
Caspian leaned into the tender touch of that caress down the swell of a cheek. “All I could ever hope is to be the man that you deserve. No less than that.” It was a promise he would do his best to keep because of the circumstances. Eventually she would uncover the truth; he would bask in this until that happened and take the pain as it would come. Life had a funny way about upturning things when the moments became too good.