on his shoulder, but he didnât draw him in for a kiss. âI need to go see Cassandra,â Jarrett said. âI know,â Tenn replied. Jarrettâs other hand tilted Tennâs head up, so their gazes met. âThis isnât your fault,â he said. âI know you think it is. I know you think they died because of you. But thatâs just a part of the job. They died killing a necromancer. Thatâs it.â âBut he was after me.â âHe wonât ever have you. Not so long as Iâm alive.â âPlease stop saying that,â Tenn said. Jarrett bit his lip, but he didnât say it again. âI love you,â he said instead. There was no saccharine sweetness to his words. They were serious, uncompromising. They were truth. âI love you too,â Tenn said. âIâll see you back in the room.â Jarrett nodded and leaned in for one kiss. âIâll bring you some dinner when I get back.â Then he stepped back and walked up the stairs. Tenn stood there for a while, listening to Jarrettâs feet echo in the stairwell. Then he grabbed the railing and walked down, toward his quarters. His chest felt tight, and not just because he was terrified of Jarrettâs drive toward martyrdom. Cassandra would want to know everything. Everything. And he had a funny feeling she wouldnât want him in the guild anymore once she learned all of Leannaâs swords were trained on him.