Luna is only fixated on me. I dunno why. She could hang on to the familiarity of Farrow, who she knew growing up, but she’s more absorbed with the mystery of who I am. I’m not complaining about it. “I promise I’m not leaving you if I can help it,” I tell her more strongly this time. “And I know how promises are made on your planet.” She catches her staggered breath. “How…how are they made on yours?” “Promises on my planet?” “Uh-huh.”
