Serene looked upon him with worry and, Elliot thought and hoped he was not imagining it, fondness. She was the only person in either world who ever looked at him like that. “You have a valiant spirit. I will respect your wishes, but you cannot ask me not to worry.” Luke looked tired: he addressed his words exclusively to Myra. “Can we take you to a place of safety, at least?” “No,” Myra said slowly. “I’ll stay here with Elliot.” Maybe Myra could be his favorite of Myra and Peter forever.
