"Partly. I've grown very fond of you. I don't like to see you in pain."
His words had the ring of truth, and his expression was more gentle than she'd ever seen it. "But you did it deliberately anyway."
"Not willingly. I would never hurt you willingly, Selene."
His tone held a note of sadness and finality that made her suddenly wary. "You said easing me was only part of the reason you came after me."
He nodded.
"Tell me."
"I want you to leave the castle. I'll provide you with a guard, gold, and a way of departing here that's much safer than the means you chose before. There's a tunnel beneath the dungeon that ends in the woods a few miles from here. You and Haroun should reach Scotland before the winter storms."
"I and Haroun," she repeated slowly. "Not Kadar."
"Kadar stays here."
"I won't go without him."
"He'll be quite safe. After you're safely away, I'll take him out the same way."
"Then why not let him come with me?"
He shook his head.
"Why?"
"You made me a promise. You vowed you'd do anything I said, if I saved Kadar's life. I saved him. Now I'm asking you to keep your word."
"I'm not Kadar, who obeys promises blindly. Do you think I'll let you get Kadar killed by using him to do some foolish task for you?"
"You'd prefer to get him killed protecting you?"
Pain sliced through her. "That's not fair. It wouldn't happen again."
"I wish I could believe you. I cannot. He won't be safe until you're safely back at Montdhu."
"I told you, nothing would have happened to him if everything had gone as I planned. I didn't know Nasim would come to--"
"True, but circumstances seldom can be manipulated. Things go wrong, and every man has a weakness. You're Kadar's."
"I'm not anyone's 'weakness,' " she said, bristling. "Certainly not Kadar's."
"He almost died for you. And he would do it again. Nasim knows that as well as I do. I have to take you out of the mix. I can't afford to have him either threatened or distracted right now." He paused. "I'm speaking the truth. And you know it. You're a danger to him. Admit it, Selene."
She didn't want to admit it. She wanted to argue with him, to tell him--what? He was right. She had almost caused Kadar's death. Nasim had used her before and would try to use her again.
She could feel the tears sting her eyes and hurriedly looked away. "When do you want me to go?"
"Tonight. The sooner, the better."
"No. Kadar isn't well. He still needs me."
Tarik shook his head.
She lifted her head and forced a smile. "Very well, I'll go. It's not as if I wasn't planning on leaving him anyway. It was only a matter of time." Her voice was uneven and she steadied it. "And you needn't stare at me as if I was the one who was wounded. I'm fine. This is exactly what I wanted to do."
"Is it?"
