““I’ll come back,” she promised. “I’ll always come back to you.” “I know,” he said with cold, calm arrogance. “If I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t let you go.” “Believe it. It’s true.” She took a step back. Then another. “Always.” “Eleanor, if you have any mercy in that dark heart of yours, when you leave right now, you will walk and not run.” She gave him a smile, a smile that told him everything she wanted to say but didn’t have the words or the voice to say. “I’d never run from you, remember? But I’ll always run back.””
