“Do you miss her?” Parisa asked quietly. They didn’t have to say her name aloud. “Sometimes.” He missed Libby Rhodes the way he would miss having electricity. Or his left hand. He did not know how to function without her. “And you miss him,” Parisa observed. Again, no names. Which meant Parisa probably already knew that Nico missed Gideon like he would miss his conscience, or his ability to slip a punch. He did not know who he was when Gideon was gone.
