Every nerve in Orfea pulls tight. “Orfea.” Krissana sits, beaming. “Should I call you Dr. Leung? It’s been a while.” A while since they worked for the Armada of Amaryllis, that great mercenary fleet which roams from war to war, accruing favors and troops and body count. A while since Orfea offered Krissana her heart and in return Krissana dashed it to pieces.
