“First of all, I’m not your friend. Second, Gealach means moon in Irish.” A joyless smirk found his lips. “Moon?” “Mm. The first time I saw you, you were drowning in the night. I was in pain and in a terrible fucking mood. And you glowed. You shone so bright, I couldn’t look away.” His chest expanded with an inhale, and he frowned to himself. “You were my first dream, I think.”
