The fragile thing in Priya’s chest splintered, just a little. Malini’s words were a reminder that there was so much more at stake than her soft feelings for Malini, or Malini’s for her. Politics and war and history all stood like a chasm between them. “You summoned me,” Priya pointed out. “Yes,” Malini said. “I did. Because I am on precarious ground. Because I need someone I can trust. And because…” She stopped, and then said, carefully, “Because you are you. To me.”
I WILL NEVER BE OVER THEM
