He didn't respond to her kiss. Didn't even seem to move to hug her back. Not like he normally did. Not like she expected. Some strange, uncomfortable feeling filled her chest. Like the stab of one of Clove's knives. Unexpected and completely unwanted. Was this it? Was this the moment she had been dreading since they had started this?

She tried hard not to jump to conclusions. Tried hard not to think it was. Live in the present. For Prim's sake. But it was a matter of time, wasn't it? She had become too content, too happy with her life here. And she didn't deserve that. No matter what Zevran might say.

Quickly, she took a step away. Her brows knitted together and her eyes narrowed. She shook her head before finally forming the words. "Why not?"