"I don't know if he's actually good to you."
Quentin Holland lowered his gaze, a pained look in his eyes. "But no matter what, he's hurt you before, hasn't he? There are so many other men in the world. Why are you so fixated on him?"
'...Because he sacrificed so much for me in our past life.'
'His sacrifices made up for all the ways he wronged me. And... his love changed me. That's why I want to be with him.'
'But how could I possibly tell my senior brother any of this?'
Annabelle Linton looked at Quentin Holland earnestly. After a moment's thought, she found another way to explain, her voice firm. "Because he risked his life to save me."
Finally, she added three more words: "More than once."
Quentin Holland watched her, and Annabelle Linton met his gaze, her own just as serious.
Her clear eyes were without a trace of guile.
Quentin Holland sighed. "Annabelle, we'd like you to join the clinic. It's mostly our old senior and junior brothers here. Will you come?"
