Kaz's position in the Barrel had meant he could do nearly anything to anyone. The truth was, and they both knew, he had. It was part of his life. Not with her though. And certainly not with her freedom and her life.
Yet they had not yet had the chance to talk about it, not in what they both remember, so this is an intimate conversation they've never had a chance to have, but one they both needed to have perhaps.
He goes still at that compliment, his gaze dropping though his chin doesn't. Considering what to say and just how to say it.
"I promised you your freedom. I know what would have happened if I'd gone back on my word," he says, though it's teasing despite the seriousness in his eyes as he lifts his gaze. "I never would have."
Not that he never thought about it, but he never would have.
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Yet they had not yet had the chance to talk about it, not in what they both remember, so this is an intimate conversation they've never had a chance to have, but one they both needed to have perhaps.
He goes still at that compliment, his gaze dropping though his chin doesn't. Considering what to say and just how to say it.
"I promised you your freedom. I know what would have happened if I'd gone back on my word," he says, though it's teasing despite the seriousness in his eyes as he lifts his gaze. "I never would have."
Not that he never thought about it, but he never would have.