Harry closed a hand over hers. It was odd, hearing what someone had seen in his soul. He'd never asked, never wanted to know. He avoided looking too closely in mirrors, sure that the darkness within him was too close to the surface.
"I had to let her go," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Maggie. I had to... send her away, somewhere safe. Susan knew it; I've made too many enemies. I can't offer her anything but a life under siege. And as the Winter Knight, she'd been in far too much danger, even from Mab. Especially from Mab." A bitter laugh escaped him. "Funny, huh? The thing I did to save her practically ensured she could never be safe with me."