Delaney slowly pulled her head back from Ines's shoulder. She looked into the hazel tear-filled eyes of Rowan's sister. Delaney's chest heaved with a heavy, painful breath. She could not understand this level of grace.
Delaney spoke, her voice trembling and completely broken. "Aren't you angry?"
She searched Ines's face for any sign of hidden resentment. "He is upstairs bleeding because of me. He threw his body over mine when the carriage fell. I brought this danger to your family. Aren't you furiously angry with me?"
Ines let out a soft, wet breath. She looked at the terrified, guilt-ridden woman and slowly shook her head.
Ines replied, her tone completely honest and filled with deep sisterly affection. "Why should I be?"
Delaney blinked. "Because..."
