“You once told me long ago how you were tired of life.” Finnian’s eyes pressed with intensity into his, touching the deepest parts of him. “Is that still the case?” Cassian recalled the moment he referred to. In Augustus, on the bank of the stream, sitting next to him while he twirled a moonflower in between his fingers. It was the first time in a long while he’d felt a semblance of contentment. He reached over and lightly squeezed Finnian’s hand. “Life is never tiring when I am with you.”
