A pang of guilt hit Loras. He ceased with the tedious action of orange peeling, then placed the orange down. Without hesitation, he moved from the counter and went to his sister, his hand gently clasped to the back of her petite neck. He brought their foreheads together.
"Of course I do," he assured. "I have been having these dream," he began to explain, swallowing a dry lump in his throat, "that you marry someone that I love. I think I know why you do. I think you do it for me. For him. I'm sorry, sister, I shouldn't let that come between us."