‘Please tell me that wasn’t the reason you threw yourself at the Moon fleet.’ The words tumbled out of my mouth, tasting like bile. ‘Because you were scared of—’ ‘No!’ He shot up straight, eyes widening abruptly. ‘Good gods, Em. No. I worry about the future, but not so much I’d rather end myself – nothing like that. You’d march straight into hell to drag me back out anyway, and I’d rather spare you the effort in the first place.’
