"The second time," he said softly at last.
"The second time what?"
This tone was sharp.
"That you've come to my rescue, Moya."
"That I've descended to your level, you mean!"
He caught her rein angrily.
"You've no right to say that without knowing!"
"Whose fault is it that I don't know?"
He loosed her rein and caught her hand instead, and held it against all resistance. Yet Moya did not resist. He hurt her, and she welcomed the pain.
"Moya, I would tell you this moment if I thought it would be for your good and mine. It wouldn't—so why should I? It is something that you would never, never forgive!"