Evemer wanted to lean forward and take his hands, kiss his palms and the inside of his wrists, just to feel a little of the weight of him in Evemer’s hands again. He wanted to press his forehead to the backs of Kadou’s hands and swear that he would fix everything—he’d go out and hunt down Sylvia and Azuta Melachrinos himself if he had to— There was a tap on the door. Tadek let himself in with the lunch tray, and the moment was spoiled.
