“Lorcan reached out, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Hopeless, bleak eyes met his. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. “I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.
I love this except I feel like Dorian, Aedion, and Chaol would all run forward like "what the hell did you just say?" And Rowan would come strolling up sword pointed like "I'll give you 5 seconds to run"