When we meet up with Ozzy and Miles outside the stone walls of Kingmakers, Ozzy stares at Chay with a stunned expression. “You’re just . . . perfection,” he says. Instead of laughing and agreeing like she usually would, Chay says, “That’s really sweet of you to say, Ozzy.” “He stole the words right out of my mouth,” Miles growls, slipping his arm around my waist. “What can I tell you now—what’s better than perfection?” “This,” I say. “This moment right now.”
