“Are you nervous?” Eryx asked as we lay together that night after receiving news we’d be leaving soon. “No.” And I wasn’t. Not really. “I am only saddened for now we have to leave home again. Leave our life here while we go fight a war I do not believe in.” Eryx lightly ran his fingertips along my chest. Comforting me. “What do you believe in then, if not war?” “You,” I answered, turning my head to gaze at him. His hair was in disarray from me entwining my fingers in it while we’d made love, and I reached to brush aside one of the golden strands from his face. “Us.”
