"He locked you up because he knew--the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself." The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. "He did--does love me, Rhysand." "The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison." And then he was gone."