“Don’t look so sad, Valeria. I’m fine. My home is in the Halcyon—with you.” My heart is a puddle on the kitchen floor. “Fuck, that’s a good line,” Dalton murmurs. “Sniper. Right to the soul,” Everett agrees. Lander laughs. “Enough. We shouldn’t be moping. It’s Sunday funday, which means only one thing…
