Not like Manon’s hair, which was the pure white of moonlight on snow. He wondered what had become of the Wing Leader—who had killed for him, spared him. Not spared him. Rescued him. He wasn’t a fool. He knew she’d done it for whatever reasons were useful to her. She was as alien to him as the warrior sitting at the other end of the boat—more so. And yet, that darkness, that violence and stark, honest way of looking at the world … There would be no secrets with her. No lies.
