There was only Bonny who stood apart, gilded by the firelight, his hair drying in wild curls. He was oddly still, and small for someone given to such extravagances, the look on his face unexpectedly sorrowful, full of naked longing. The moment he realised Valentine was watching, he turned away. And suddenly Valentine didn’t care about rain or hunger or being tied to a chair. All he wanted was for Bonny to smile. To smile forever. To smile for him.
